Cracked Mantle

The Empress smiled, "We are called to serve, every one of us, about my child. He is still young, give him time and he could blossom into something more. It is a shame he was born at this time, else he would have been able to cover one part of the sky with his hands."

"Ha, good point, but there is not much time left. It is also his fortune, I thought you were saving that Divine Spark for yourself, it was your reward." Malekith the Royal Hand replied while bringing the steaming cup of tea to the Empress.

She sipped the tea and sighed in satisfaction, "Becoming a god is boring, battles no longer carry any thrills, and the prospect of living until the end of time does not fascinate me, it just makes me shudder in disgust, reducing existence to just endless numbers."

"I prefer the certainty of a mortal life, I prefer the option of death." The Empress whispered more to herself than the Royal Hand.