Into the Wilds...again

"Bullshit! There's no god of Undeath."

"Hallo," the teenager smiled and wiggled his fingers at Dave like a little kid, waving.

This punk's attitude just irritated Dave, he was an annoying little creep and a thief no matter what he said.

"So, kid. Are we going to do this or do I go find another mate to help out?"

"I'm in as long as this isn't some scam you're running and we're really bringing them back. What do I have to do," Dave said.

The teenager jumped from the stage and swaggered over.

"To start we get you kitted out proper," he pointed at Dave's hand, "That's a fake."

Dave raised his hand, "The Death God's Legacy…fake? Now I know you are full of it, I'm not gonna take the ring off just so you can steal it too."

The punk-teen rolled his eyes.

He waved a hand, the ring glowed and burned on Dave's finger, he winced. The ring changed from gold to obsidian black.

"Take a look now," the teen-god smirked.

***

Ring of the Death God has become

Ring of True Undeath