“Do I believe in gods!?” choked Verz as the drink went down the wrong way. “You asking if I believe that there are omnipotent, all powerful beings that can do anything, anywhere, at any time yet choose to watch others suffer and remain silent… No. Who would even want to believe in something like that.”

  “Why do you think they are omnipotent or actually give a fuck about you or anyone else?” replied Mors in an even, unchallenging voice. “Do you care about what happens to people you have never met or to multitudes of creatures you kill each day?”

  “I’ll have you know I only kill when I have a good reason… or someone pissed me off… or I feel like it” said Verz in a semi-smug fashion, puffing out her chest as if her restraint was something to be proud of.

  Ignoring the complete personality change of the slightly drunk woman in front of him, Mors frowned before pointing to one of the half-burnt logs that lay in the fire before quickly finishing his 3rd bottle and receiving another. Small bugs were crawling out of what was once their homes in a vain attempt to flee the burning inferno.

  “Bugs? You're comparing us to bugs?” [Verz]

  “It's an example, what I am comparing us to is something weaker, smaller and not worth really paying attention too. Like the blades of grass in a field or the leaves on the trees.” chuckled Mors at his Captains drunken slurring. “Every living thing in this wor… existence thinks and feels differently. Although between speci… sentient beings at the same level the differences are pretty small in comparison, you can't force your perception of reality onto others and declare that it's fact and just.”

  -”Damn this is hard, it was so much easier in my past world. With god knows how many ‘intelligent’ species, magic, gods and heavens knows what else running around messing with the laws of nature, how the hell are you meant to have any sort of grounding for common sense.” [Mors]

  “Oh.. and hows do you know so much about the GODs then hmmmmmz” [Verz]

  “Met one” replied Mors with a smug look on his face. The alcohol he was drinking had started to affect his thinking and he felt himself being drawn into a drunken ‘who can piss furthest’ contest. -"Damn I am a lightweight"

  “Ha sure you have, the greeeat Mors… Messenger of the Gods…” laughed Verz while slapping one of her knees.

  Mors wasn't happy about being doubted and angrily retorted. “Have you seen me preaching? I just said I met one…wasn't that bad actually for the god of death… even got to give him a nickname and find out what truly happened.”

  “GOD OF DEATH?!! Is that the god that named you?” asked a stunned Verz. Normally the naming god appeared in the individual's title however as Mors’ status plate had question marks, she had assumed that the god was from his old world that couldn't be translated.

  Finishing off yet another bottle of the mysterious liquid, a proud smile surfaced on Mors’ face as he felt he had won the imagined competition. “Yup cool name huh… well bar being considered feminine but the surname makes up for it”

  “You know what it means? Is it something from your home world?” Verz asked with an inquisitive look. She was naturally curious and everything he was saying was tantalising mysterious and vague. -”I can't believe I never tried to get to know about him before now. I just assumed that as he was basically a newborn there was nothing to really learn”

  “Mors was the personification of death in an ancient empire while letus literally means death in its language making the literal translation death’s death.“

  Silence fell onto the clearing as Verz tried to think about the implications to Mors’ name. It wasn't well known but names contained a certain amount of special magic that affected the development of the individual and thus were always picked with the uttermost care. This was especially true for those named by the gods.

  Mors, however, was contemplating the meaning in a completely different way. “Does that mean I am deaths death? Or just double death? Or is it that because I am death's death that I actually represent life as it's a double negative.”

  “What on Acoria are you talking about?” replied a confused Verz.

  “Ahh nothing, Anyway why do you want to know if I trust you?” spoke Mors as he attempted to sober up. Dragons were extremely susceptible to alcohol and its effects but thanks to his demonic blood counteracting its effects he was still just about coherent.

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  Verz handed over Mors’ status plate. “First have a look at this and then I’ll tell you my story and what it all means.”

  “WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!” roared Mors as he looked at his status plate.