"Oh? Kitsune," Sunny's voice was calm, almost casual, as he manifested his cosmic throne from thin air and settled into it. The simple act was a declaration of absolute authority in her own sacred space. "I heard your demigod died."
Kitsune flinched, the casual mention of her greatest loss a sharp, painful jab. But she recovered in an instant, her face melting into a shameless, hopeful pout.
"That is… true," she said, her voice a sweet, sorrowful melody. She glided closer, giving Sunny a flirtatious glance that had enthralled demigods and mortals for centuries. "But why have you come, Lord Cosmos? Are you here to gift me a new Divine Embryo to ease my grief?"
Sunny's expression remained completely unreadable behind the swirling galaxies of his mask. He didn't react to her advance in the slightest. "No," he said, his voice dropping, losing all its previous warmth. "I am here to collect a debt."
