Atlas's voice was low, sharp as steel.
"Tell me, Azezal. What is the truth you've been choking down?"
Azezal froze. His throat worked, dry, but no sound came.
The elder's hooded figure drifted nearer, laughter a soft ripple of contempt.
{He won't tell you. Because his truth is filth. Filthier than his soul .}
Atlas's eyes burned hotter. His fist twitched.
"Speak. Now."
Azezal's shoulders shook. At last, he raised his head, eyes glimmering with wet shame and stubborn fire. His tone changed. Becomeing more human like.
'i will lie for now...' he thought, knowing what the elder was planning.
"My lord... I did not merely survive. I bargained."
Aurora's third eye widened, glowing faintly.
"Bargained?"
Azezal nodded, the word spilling like ash.
"Yes. With them. With the High Elders. After the dreaming ....when I gave my life, and reborned in hell... the gate fell and the flames took my kin, I struck a pact in secret.
