"The empty throne, maybe," the god suggested. "Or whatever cosmic balance exists with it unfilled. Or perhaps Erebus has his own plans for that seat and doesn't want competition. Or maybe, and this is pure speculation, he knows something about what happens if the throne gets filled that scares even him. Primordial gods don't scare easily, Jack. If Erebus is willing to cross Draven by trying to kill his chosen, that suggests serious stakes."
Jack's hands clenched into fists, red lightning crackling between his fingers. "So I'm some kind of cosmic game piece that gods are moving around a board I can't even see."
