"Uh..."
"Take it, Wayne, this is my request."
Rone offered the fragments of the Goddess of Death's thoughts with both hands. Wayne refused, disagreed several times, but after three refusals and insistences, Wayne reluctantly accepted Rone's offering: the goddess, the master, the mother.
The Pure Love War God glanced in the mirror, revealing dazzling golden hair and two sharp bull horns.
Wayne took the thoughts and placed them into his right eye. The two fragments of the Goddess of Death's thoughts merged and were soon enveloped layer upon layer by pale tentacles.
Enclosing, penetrating, reshaping...
The Goddess of Death could never return again!
Wayne squinted at the instigator, pursing his lips: "So, um, what about the goddess's thoughts inside Yuliya? Should I take charge of them too?"
"It would be best for you to keep them close, that way the goddess will remain safe."
