Azelaq's realm (2)

"Aren't you a god? You shouldn't need any help, you're supposed to be able to make problems disappear." Timothy was swift to remind.

It was easy to notice a bit of discomfort on this silver lady's face, and she was quick to excuse herself. "It's not that simple. I am powerful, but not to the point of being able to create or destroy an entire planet. The context of that volume is often stereotyped."

Able to catch up, the young man questioned. "So you're not a god. Just some overpowered ghost?"

"A bit like that," She finally agreed.

But felt inferior too, so she had to add. "But compared to most mortals, I definitely am a god."

"No you're not," The young man boldly disagreed.

After noticing that he could not be convinced, Azelaq decided to move along. "I will not have this conversation with you. Will you prove of aid to me or not?"

His sense of superiority had grown bigger, so he urged to assert. "What will I get out of it?"