Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Brenna’s eyes still lingered on Raven’s chest for a while, but as his word of promise set in, she wore a weak smile and nuzzled close to him. The rest had heard the conversation as well, and of course their minds wandered through that possibility. Raven could die, and so could they. For once the weight of their mortality was making them feel an existential horror, and so retreating in his warmth, the girls decided to sleep.

Raven wasn’t blind to their worries either, but with the last life giving necklace gone and there being no way of coming back once a horror consumed your soul, he knew his cunning was all he had to rely on, and anything rash or without proper planning would only get him and his people killed in this war against the demon general.

’Demi-gods, I can’t wait for all of you to sit on that throne and live with me forever.’ Looking around at everyone, he ran his fingers through their hairs, planted a few kisses on their forehead before closing his eyes momentarily. ’But for now, I have to do this. I have to do whatever it takes to get to that point in the first place.’

A mortal dreaming to become immortal, Raven wasn’t the first to chase such a distant dream. But would he be the first to achieve it? Well...with the whispers of betrayal drumming in the army, who could tell, really? However, for now, it was time to rest for today had given him a lot to think about, and tomorrow he had a few people to meet, and a few places to visit.