A Heavenly Sip

Venator sat down, embracing a time of relaxation from what he endured. The god stared back at him while holding his cup up.

"To a mutual deal that has been done." He said.

Venator raised his own cup up, about to take a drink after.

As the drink hit his tongue, he felt a flurry of emotions coupled with a flood of flavors, sensing the energy he lost return to him, the cold he still felt replaced by warmth, and the wounds he has sustained were patched up, his own clothing even being repaired. Returning to their original form, almost new.

"That drink is one of the very best in this world, one i created." The god boasted.

"Able to fix anything that ills the body in a single drink, from the heart and mind of a person to the very clothing worn."

As Venator drank down the cup, he felt the anger that still resided from the fight dissipate. Feeling a strong feeling of peace and joy, a smile grew on his face from finishing the drink, staring upwards with a mind of peace, feeling more of it by the second.

"You managed to fight 10 users, all at the same time with the leader present. All on your own i should add. It's good to know there's a silver lining to deal with these monsters. After that damned deal to prevent gods from entering their worlds for interference, these people have ran around freely. Some got lucky though and were given more lenience, being allowed to interact with parts of their world." The god explained.

"Just like Silva then." Venator thought to himself.

"I barely have any power to interact, only meeting my followers after death." The god slammed his fist on the table, causing their cups and the table to shake, slightly frightening Venator.

"Apologies." He calmed down, "My powers are just inhibited to help my own people." The god cleared his throat, preparing to speak again.

"As for your reward, you have done more than simply killing the users. I was expecting you to somehow have some people fight alongside you given their numbers, no offense. You have also destroyed the wolfskin camp, and i did notice that you destroyed a whole bunch of wine and drinks in order to do it." Venator's eyebrows raised a bit.

"Oh no, will he excuse me for it?" He thought in his mind.

"Normally such an action shall result in a punishment of sorts...But given what you have done with it, you will be excused."

Venator breathed a sigh of relief.

The god stood up, approaching Venator. A purple bottle spawned on his hand while on the other, a curved sword materialized in a bright light. Adorned with engravings on the blade and the gold and black striped handle. Bearing a circular hilt of Gold it shone from the light piercing inside the building.

"Unfortunately, i deemed it insufficient to simply just hand you the power of lightning," Venator looked confused.

"Insufficient?" He asked.

"Yes, insufficient. After observing how you fought, perhaps lightning isn't what you need to gain an upper hand. But you do exhaust multiple times, and you have lost your blade. Thus, i changed the reward to be given to something more appropriate. That and because the power of lightning is too unstable to bear, even for me it is still difficult." The god showed a scar on his arm, "I attempted to wield the lightning, but ultimately i brought injury upon myself."

The god placed the bottle and sword in front of Venator.

"This is your new reward now, the blade was taken before the magic leaking into the worlds and all that. Taken from a warrior that i fell in the early days of this place. The metal it was forged from is said to not be normal steel but one far stronger, one forged in hotter flames and has taken stronger punishment without a hint of breaking." A sheathe spawned from one of the god's hands, quickly putting it to use, sealing the blade in a dark sheathe. Placing the sword down he picked up the bottle, "This bottle contains a special wine that fills you with the energy to fight, nearly as fast as the wind, for some time before wearing out. In time it refills itself for you to use once more." He explained.

Venator stared silently at the two, taking them as he gave the god a nod of agreement.

"Glad that we can come to a fair compromise." The god replied.

The god's hand hovered above the cup, in a few seconds, it was filled with the same liquid.

"Please, it's not everyday you may taste such a good drink." He said.

"Very well, i must thank you for your hospitality." Venator thanked the god, raising his cup at him.

"It's the least i can do for making my people safer and killing those magic users." The god returned back to his seat, raising his own cup.

For minutes, the two continued drinking, forming short conversations while they drunk.

More and more Venator felt the bliss deepen, feeling relaxation he has never felt before. Sighing after each drink of the wine from the sense of joy that hit his tongue.

As the minutes went on, Venator finally stopped, his mind fuzzy from the overwhelming tranquility it brought.

"Stopping already?" The god asked, finishing his drink.

"I need to continue on my journey, there's more magic users to kill. But i thank you for your hospitality." Standing up, he began forming a portal to a world unknown.

"Very well, again i thank you as well for your help here, enjoy your journey. And perhaps return here if you can."

"I will."

Venator stepped through the portal, taking one last look at the god's place before it closed behind him.

A field awaited him on the other side, grass lay around on the ground as the sky shone brightly above. The calm Venator once felt slowly went away. He looked around, only seeing more fields of grass surrounding him.