Page 4 of How Gods Bleed

Yakarzin didn’t answer right away he was in awe of the power he now felt resonating from the Immortal.

  “What do you need from me?” he asked in a forced calm.

  “ I need you to tell me everything that your father has told you about the west before his rise to power, the time when man ruled western Noonsva.”

  “What good what that serve you?” Yakarzin asked revealing that indeed he was no fool and even Cada Varl would not be able to extract such information from him so easily. The question however did not seem to catch the Immortal off guard and he answered flawlessly.

  “Because I discovered at Uldaween that there are centuries missing in their records, whether they have simply been lost or decayed over the years is ultimately irrelevant. It made me realize that as much as humans try they can never achieve perfection. Like your father I as well value knowledge and want to know about these missing centuries. Now they are something that only you can tell me.”

  Yakarzin thought on the reasons given but it was clear he was not entirely convinced.

  “I offer more than the death of Metamok to you prince, I will crown you as king of the west in my stead once I have killed him.” There was a flicker in both eyes of the imprison prince, clearly he liked such a notion.

  “ Even with Metamok dead the west would be in chaos leaving the east vulnerable to invasion. Once you have taken your rightful place as ruler of your father’s empire I will need you to sign a peace pact with the west that both sides of the continent will uphold.”

  “You dream of peace?” Yakarzin said clearly surprised by such a thought.

  “I desire survival for mankind…so that is my exchange you tell me what I want to know and I shall make you king. I know that you will never forget what I did for you which will ensure the safety of the east. The human kingdoms, even Helluv would never dare try to reclaim the west, who amongst them could anyway, so do we have a deal?”

  Yakarzin remained silent it seemed he was not entirely convinced but at the same time he was not stupid. He did not have to be told his only other alternative was to be killed at the hands of the Helluvans, at the least this way he had a chance for salvation.

  “Where would you like me to start?” Yakarzin asked.

  “At the beginning, leave nothing out regardless of how insignificant it may seem.”

  As asked Yakarzin began retelling everything his father had told him beginning with the rise of Yukijhnmabosszuik the first city of the west.