Theo’s palms were moist with dread, and they trembled as he rubbed them on his trousers.
“I must be crazy,” he said to himself. The god sitting across from him snickered.
“Perhaps you are…” he paused amused by Theo’s squirming, “or maybe you seek to restore honor to your family name.” He pressed his ashen-grey fingertips together in front of his hood shrouded face. Pale eyelids slowly closed, hiding the deep ebony pits of his demon tortu...