11-14-2023, 01:31 AM
The scaled ruler's voice was solemn as it replied, "We require your firstborn child."
Jaxen's initial reaction was one of disbelief, followed swiftly by a dismissive chuckle. The idea seemed absurd. Laughable.
"My firstborn? You're talking to someone who's never going to have children," he retorted, his tone laced with incredulity.
Despite his response, a part of him couldn't help but wonder about the gravity of their request. The rulers seemed earnest, their ancient eyes betraying no sign of jest. Jaxen's mind raced to contemplated their motives. Why would beings of such power desire a human child? What plans could they possibly harbor?
Jaxen decided to probe further, his words carefully chosen. "Let's say, hypothetically, I agree to your terms. What kind of wishes are we talking about? Can you make anything happen?" It’s not like he would ever father a kid then bundle it up and bring it back here.
The red-haired ruler tilted its head slightly, considering his question. He seemed to be doing all the talking now.
“The wishes we grant are bound by the laws of our realms. They are powerful, yes, but not without limits. We cannot create love, resurrect the dead, or alter the fundamental laws of the universe. It is foolish to even ask.”
Jaxen nodded, absorbing this information. It was clear that their powers, while vast, had constraints. This knowledge could be useful. He needed to tread carefully, to glean as much insight as possible without committing to their ominous bargain.
"And what about your plans? Why do you need me, or any human to sign this treaty? What's really in it for you?" Jaxen pressed, his gaze unwavering. The hell did aliens care about human treaties anyway?
The rulers exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, the scaled ruler responded, "The treaty is ancient. It has always existed, and it will always be signed. As for our plans, they extend beyond the scope of your understanding, human."
Jaxen's suspicion deepened. Could they not come up with a better derogatory name than ‘human’? But the vague answer did little to quell his unease. If it always existed, why did he need to sign it now? He realized that he was dealing with entities whose agendas were as vast and most likely stupid.
"Alright," Jaxen said slowly, buying time as he formulated his next move. "Let's talk more about these wishes and your treaty, but I want time to think.” He crossed his arms over his chest and planted himself firm in place. They had reached an impasse.
Jaxen's initial reaction was one of disbelief, followed swiftly by a dismissive chuckle. The idea seemed absurd. Laughable.
"My firstborn? You're talking to someone who's never going to have children," he retorted, his tone laced with incredulity.
Despite his response, a part of him couldn't help but wonder about the gravity of their request. The rulers seemed earnest, their ancient eyes betraying no sign of jest. Jaxen's mind raced to contemplated their motives. Why would beings of such power desire a human child? What plans could they possibly harbor?
Jaxen decided to probe further, his words carefully chosen. "Let's say, hypothetically, I agree to your terms. What kind of wishes are we talking about? Can you make anything happen?" It’s not like he would ever father a kid then bundle it up and bring it back here.
The red-haired ruler tilted its head slightly, considering his question. He seemed to be doing all the talking now.
“The wishes we grant are bound by the laws of our realms. They are powerful, yes, but not without limits. We cannot create love, resurrect the dead, or alter the fundamental laws of the universe. It is foolish to even ask.”
Jaxen nodded, absorbing this information. It was clear that their powers, while vast, had constraints. This knowledge could be useful. He needed to tread carefully, to glean as much insight as possible without committing to their ominous bargain.
"And what about your plans? Why do you need me, or any human to sign this treaty? What's really in it for you?" Jaxen pressed, his gaze unwavering. The hell did aliens care about human treaties anyway?
The rulers exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, the scaled ruler responded, "The treaty is ancient. It has always existed, and it will always be signed. As for our plans, they extend beyond the scope of your understanding, human."
Jaxen's suspicion deepened. Could they not come up with a better derogatory name than ‘human’? But the vague answer did little to quell his unease. If it always existed, why did he need to sign it now? He realized that he was dealing with entities whose agendas were as vast and most likely stupid.
"Alright," Jaxen said slowly, buying time as he formulated his next move. "Let's talk more about these wishes and your treaty, but I want time to think.” He crossed his arms over his chest and planted himself firm in place. They had reached an impasse.