Sympathy for the Devil

[Rezantis]

Nathan nods.  "She'll be fine.  You're sure you're alright with this?"

[Brian]

Tetsuo nods quickly, then smiles slightly.  "I may only be a figurehead, but even they have some power.  And if he can't be your ally, I can," he says.

"True," Prometheus agrees, though he sticks to English.  "Is there anything else, then?"

[Carthrat]

"What're these, uh, aura's that the nectar made me see?" queries Tom, eyeing the drink. "By the way, Nathan, your arm's on fire."

[Rezantis]

"Good - then thank you," Nathan responds to Tetsuo, then takes a drink of the stuff himself before he hears what Tom has to say.

"Wait, what?"

[Carthrat]

"Well, it's glowing more than the rest of you," he responds, shrugging.

[Dracos]

"It tends to.  Magical golden hands and all," Dracos broke his inaffable silence, having not partaken of the devilish feast of divine faire.  His curiousity battled with rationale but briefly won out. "Why did you give us fire?  Out of curiousity," He asked of the well suited Prometheus.

Dracos

[Brian]

"Because it was dreamed that I have," he says with a shrug.  "Whatever motivation man dreams for me now.  Then, of course, it was because I wanted to empower man.  To glory me above the others.  I was a god, then.  Of a sort, anyway."  He shrugs.

"Power like that is fleeting, all things told."

[Dracos]

"Mmm, being of your power you are still influenced by the dreams of man?" Dracos conversed, nodding slightly at the answer.

Dracos

[Brian]

"Obviously," he says with a nod.  "I can't complain too much -- the wings were a nice touch."

[Dracos]

Dracos nods, pleased in the reckoning of how things were laid out and the grokking thereof.  He glanced to the others. "So I believe we have come to a deal there and a way forward."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Somewhat," the man says with a smile.  "There is one other potential thing."  He takes a deep gulp from his cup.  "I happen to have, as it happens, Michael's sword.  Would you be interested in it?"

[Carthrat]

"The archangel? Man, you people get all the cool toys," mumbles Tom, looking everywhere but the other people in the room.

[Brian]

"That would be the one," Prometheus agrees.

[Dracos]

Dracos blinked.  The levels of irony, contextual and not in the offer quickly bringing a wide smile across his face.  "Indeed, that would be quite the interesting acquisition."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Excellent!  What would you be willing to give me for it?"