Within the huge nest made of dry pale wood, the two eggs glowed with a subtle radiance of divinity.
Azazel stared, completely entranced by it, he didn't realize he was already walking toward it.
'Snap out of it mortal.'
Azazel jolted at the sound of Akathartos voice.
"What just happened." He asked.
'The egg… one of them is dying, it tried to make you its thrall and replenish its life force using yours.'
Azazel shivered.
He had been this close to losing the second life he was offered.
Of course the eggs were dangerous, he was foolish to expect otherwise.
Perhaps he was becoming too complacent with his current life, so much that he no longer looked out for dangers like he did in his original world.
He stared at the eggs, his gaze darkening by the second.
"How am I supposed to create a bond with the eggs when one of them wants to drain the life out of me. Why is one of the eggs almost dead, while the other is full of life."
