"Excuse me?" Keylan asked, a stack of papers in one hand and a wet quill frozen hovering over them.

"I need an isolated room, preferably underground where no one will bother me."

"Yeah, I got that part. Tell me again why?"

"Because I have had someone's soul attached to mine, giving advice and helping me and I just barely found a way to give them a body?" Alaster suggested, confused.

"And this soul just happens to be an Argalon?"

Alaster hesitated, looking up and to the side, "Perhaps."

"So you are asking me to supply you a room in the heart of the city, so you can give the soul of one of Humanity's greatest enemies a physical body. In a place, where he could do the most amount of damage possible?"

"But he won't."

"And you believe him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because he has been helping me to survive since I was an Adept. I survived impossible situations because of him. Grew as powerful as I did because of him. I doubt I would have survived the fight against the Demigod in Zolis if he had not distracted him long enough for me to prepare my attack."

"Those are your reasons? He could have only helped you before because if you died, so would he. He could have helped you grow stronger so you, and therefore himself, would be harder to kill. He could have helped you kill the Demigod because that would weaken Humanity." Keylan pointedly said, slamming his hands on the desk.

"So you will not give me a room?" Alaster asked.

"Of course I am going to give you a room! This city would have already fallen within the first week if you weren't here. And if this Argalon does decide to attack, you would be the only one who could stop it before it damages anything important."

Alaster smirked, "Thank you, and if it helps, I truly believe he does not want this war anymore than we do."

Keylan slumped into his chair with a heavy sigh, "Alaster, you are quite possibly the strongest individual Humanity has in this war, even with the Demigods fighting on the frontlines. But you are still just an individual, capable of summoning armies in moments, but still just one man. In the grand scheme of things, with a war of this magnitude, one man can't do much.

Even if this Argalon is against the war, you said it yourself, he has been out of the picture for centuries. Even if some of his own kind still listen to him, do you really think it will effect the war at large?

Do you really think giving him a body will help our species?"

"It doesn't matter what I think. It doesn't matter what you think, or what he thinks. All we can do is what we can do. And I can now give him a body. I promised him when I first accepted him into my body that I would do what I can to restore his body, so regardless of everything else, that is what I am going to do."

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Keylan stood up, "Very well. There is an empty stone room just above the Station, roughly three stories underground. It was originally meant to be a special prison cell for anyone of particular power or influence, but it remains empty. You may have it.

I will have a servant lead you there."

Alaster bowed his head, "Thank you City Lord."

"Oh, by the way, have you found a priest yet?"

Alaster sighed, "She already got to you, huh?"

"No, but news travels fast, especially in a sieged city where we are just waiting to die. I suspect that everyone in the city will hear about it by the end of the day. And having met your betrothed, I would not cross her if I were you."

"I haven't had the time yet."

"You might want to find one before you get the Argalon a body."

"I guess I should."

"The priest who wed my wife and I is still alive, he is in Galmore, but I could send for him. If you don't wish to have a Priest of Metos, there are plenty of others we sent to Galmore. And since the bride's father is in Galmore, and my daughter by the way, it would save them all a trip. Because we all know that if we don't invite either one, you will have hell to pay."

Alaster rubbed the scar on his hand with his thumb, "Yeah, I know. If either one found out we had gotten married without them present, they would walk through the tunnels to pick a fight."

"There is even a Priest of Ebris we could call on."

Alaster looked at the man strangely, "Are you seriously suggesting having a Priest of Death oversee a wedding?"

"In sickness and in health, right? But considering you are the strongest Necromancer in all of Human History, as least known history, it actually would not be seen as weird."

Alaster groaned, "Yeah, but I actually met the guy, I don't think I would want him being the Marriage's chosen Deity."

"Excuse me?"

"Have I not told you this before? Thought I had. I have actually spoken to Ebris personally on a handful of occasions. The first time is when I became an Adept, he was just curious about the Class I chose. I think that is the reason the Demigods paid close attention to me."

"What is he like?" Keylan asked with rapt attention.

"Hard to describe actually. He didn't seem all that different from normal people. But he seemed more self-aware than the other Gods, at least from his own words and my own study."

"In what way?"

"Well, the Gods are the ones who started this war, all those years ago. They started it out of fear and ignorance. And Ebris seemed to be the only God who realized how stupid a reason that was to spend so many lives on. At least, the only one who admitted it."

"Interesting, but you don't want him as the Deity you get married under?"

"No. It just seems like a bad omen."

Keylan chuckled, "You care about bad omens? Alaster, you are the bad omen for most people. Everywhere you go, terror and death follow."

Alaster smiled, "Yeah, but that's intentional, and I don't want that stigma to follow into my marriage. Besides, we both know I am a very different person now."

"True, finding your Sister seems to have brought out your more human side."

"Was I not human before?"

The City Lord stared at Alaster like he was an idiot, "Alaster, when you were just a kid, you stepped in front of someone trying to kill Isabella. You took injuries that would have disabled a trained soldier, and you still stood in the way, refusing to collapse until Elliot himself arrived to get Bella.

Throughout the years, you have killed thousands, torn them limb from limb and inside out, and then walk away like you were out on an afternoon stroll.

Until the war began, I was not even sure you had emotions. I knew you cared more about some things more than others, but even when you laughed and smiled, it always seemed fake. Like your heart was just not in it.

Its only now; now that you have your sister, that you seem to actually feel things. I honestly cannot imagine a younger version of you ever even entertaining the idea of getting married. Now, whenever you think of Lunaria, you smile. It doesn't matter what is going on, you think of her, and you smile, however small. Just like that!"

"You're right. You aren't the only one to point that out. Not the smile thing, that's a new one, but the rest."

"Alright, get out of here. I have work to do, and you have a body to conjure." Keylan said, waving Alaster away as he sat down behind his desk again, "I'm just saying, it's nice to see you allow yourself to feel again."

As Alaster left the office, Keylan could not help but think to himself, 'I just hope it doesn't scar you again.'

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