Small talk with a Demon.
Cain stared at the dull grey sky...
The wind was cold, the light and heat from the sun a long gone memory. About three days had passed. Three days since he had been visited by Luke and the other 'Lightslayers', something they called themselves.
'Seriously...'
He had been deep in thought during these days. Although work had continued as usual, he was burdened by a few things.
Rubbing the plush fur of Ruby who lay down beside him, hisind wandered away...
'These relics of the dead gods left behind truly provided incredible power. The Vitality Corals are weak if compared to whatever those bastards acquired from that Blood God. However...'
He had learned a few things during the past few days...
Nothing was every gotten for free. Especially power, power granted by a Celestial Being. According to what he had learned, just like how those granted power benefited, those that grated the power also got something in return. A trade, if you will...