"I am not the Heavens, I am but an Enforcer."
The correction was calm, but it landed with quiet authority. There was no anger in it, which somehow made it feel more absolute.
"Oh, I apologize. My head was a bit… scrambled."
There were worse descriptions for poisoning my own brain into rebellion, but understatement had become a survival habit.
"You almost met us…"
"I fail to understand, aren't we… in a meeting now?"
The creature snorted, "We are indeed, but you were about to meet us dead, not alive. Without further ado, let us get to the point."
That sent a colder reaction through me than it should have. Meeting the heavens as a corpse was not a phrase I particularly wanted explained.
"Please."
