>>5738983“My...? Oh, yes, I see. You must have fought another one-eyed being, as my race died out when I was younger.” you tell him casually, lifting your drink to your lips and taking a sip. “But no. I'm here because I need someone capable of battling what we know as demons.”
“Shite...” he mutters, but doesn't say anything else, you taking it as your cue to continue talking.
“Two months ago, reports started coming in from planet Killnar. They came under attack from an unknown enemy, despite no ships having arrived on the planet in the previous week leading up to the attack.” you tell him, Melzargard activating and setting a datapad on the table, Constantine looking at it perfunctorily while swiping through the images. But then his eyes widen, finger stopping as he sees one of the images of the attackers.
“Double shite. That's not just your average, run-o-the-mill necromancy yer dealin' with mate. You see this bugger 'ere?” he says, pointing to the pale humanoid with his face painted to resemble a skull, inverted triangle with the first point pointing down to his nose with several lines going up her shaved or bald skull. As he taps the screen the short video plays, the woman with an iron collar with chains on it swings the butt end of her scythe into a Snivelakian's face, staggering the reptillian bipedal creature before swinging her blade into his chest. The being dies, necrosis swiftly overtaking its body and reducing it to a zombie whose eyes start to glow. She pulls the blade free, the Snivelakian turning and marching towards where she points, firing a bolt of completely dark lightning that seems to absorb the very light out of the air nearby when fired. “You're dealin' with a Priest of Nekroz, an' by the looks of 'er, she's no amateur.”
“Nekroz? I am... Unfamiliar with this name. Is it a cult, a deity, or a planet?” you ask, the man shaking his head and putting his smoke out in the ashtray you hadn't noticed him magic over at some point.
“Nope. No way, I'm not getting' any more involved in this.” Constantine says, pushing his chair back a bit and standing up. “Pissin' off the agents of Hell is one thing, but I'm not goin' up against Death itself. I'll tell ya this much fer free, the Lord of the Unliving's a right bastard who seeks nothing less than the end of all life everywhere. If yer goin' up against HIM, I'm out.”
“Come now, Constantine. Every man has his price.” you say, grinning and purposefully showing your fanged teeth as Melzagard picks up a box from the ground, setting it by your left hand. “I am not a poor man, my empire is quite expansive. Name your price.”
“Name me price, huh?” the man says, sitting back down with a greedy glean in his eye. “Alroight, yeh got my attention, Lord Boros. Let's talk.”
-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 201 Epilogue End-
