Bab 386: A begging god

Elena laughed, the sound both beautiful and chilling. "Oh, Damien. Did you really think you were the only one with grand plans? That your 'enlightenment' was the pinnacle of ambition?" She shook her head, mock pity in her eyes. "You always did think too small."

"There is no one else who understands what I'm trying to achieve," Damien growled, his voice rising. "No one else with the vision, the ability to reshape the world as it should be. You need me, Elena. Whatever game you're playing, whatever power you think you've found – it's nothing compared to what we could accomplish together."

Elena's smile widened, a predator sensing weakness. "Is that so? Tell me, Damien, in all your centuries of existence, have you ever met a god?"

Damien scoffed, but uncertainty crept into his eyes. "Gods? There are no gods, Elena. Only power, and those strong enough to wield it."