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Evbo was a selfish man. He had always been one. He was selfish, He was ambitious. He was a hoarder, always wanting more, always trying to take, more power, more friends, more control.
More status.
He could never stop. He didn’t at Pro, he didn’t at Master, and he somehow managed to not stop at Companion. Now he was a god, ill-equipped and no higher place to go. No more levels to conquer.
Yet, even here at the highest peak, Evbo still needed more. More to satisfy his ambition, his hunger for challenge. He'd conquered kings, he had villains, he had taken the throne of God himself. But this?
This would be his greatest challenge yet.
Evbo was going to challenge death. And damnit he was going to win.
He could feel the twinge of seawarts soul, thrumming on his fingers. It thumped like a heartbeat, as if Seawatt was alive, down deep in the depths.
Evbo looked from his fingers to the body before him. It held little comfort. After all, the spark in its eyes were gone. But still, Evbo clinged to the husk of Seawatt, the husk of an enemy . The husk of a friend.
Clinged to the sight of his dark skin and dark hair, twinged with purple and strands of white.
Evbo was a selfish man.
Looking still at the corpse in front of him, Evbo tightened his grip on the string of Seawatt's soul and pulled.
Death, Evbo knew, was no different than life. Your thoughts were still your own, your “body” still bound to your own agency. You could do anything you wished in an ideal world. In that way, it was more like… a dream than it was life.
To a mortal, it was bliss. But to a God, it simply looks like a blur. A highway at night, cars zipping from place to place in what looks like reckless abandon.
Really, Seawatt should be thanking him. Evbo was bringing him back from the empty and the chaos. A place like that was no place for a man like him. A man like Seawatt needed structure, needed things only Evbo could possibly give.
Really, he was doing a good thing. He was. He had to be.
He was the hero, after all.
So why was Seawatt looking at him with such horror? Why did he beg Evbo for death? Why was he begging to return to that horrible, chaotic place that he surely hated?
Why did he stare so much at nothing at all?
He had done a good thing. He had. Seawatt would see. He had to see. Evbo would make him see. No matter how long it took. He had done a good thing. He had.
So why, oh why, did he stare so much at nothing at all?