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[Wrathia Bellarmina, queen of hundreds of galaxies, ruler of an empire, warrior and curse maker, generally awesome person, is finding that all her plans have gone awry yet again. It's not a pleasant discovery. She is getting really tired of all these goddamn wrenches in her goddamn plans. Living body? Great. Lack of anything else? Less than great.

Things would be on fire, if she could still generate the heat for that. Another fucking problem that's going to need solving.]

Putting aside the freaking idiocy of a plan like this- your plans, not mine- I'm willing to concede the point that we could be useful to each other. You send me back, in this body, put together the correct fucking way so that it works properly, and in exchange I'll give you whatever it is you need most. You want these guys dead? I can make you a curse that will wipe them out with one taste. Problem solved, and I can get on with my unfinished fucking business that is substantially more important than this pile of crap. This goes for anyone who thinks they can hold up their end of the bargain, not just the so-called gods.

[And she smiles, with a nasty display of very long, very sharp, very pointed teeth.]

So, how about it? Do we have a deal?

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[...Actually, with Wrathia out of her head and a completely new place to live in, this is a much better opportunity to get a different life than risk being tricked again.]

The faster they send you back, the better.

[Wrathia's pretty thrilled to be out of Ava's wimpy shell of a body, too, so it's win win here. Not that she's ever going to start passing up the opportunity to make Ava suffer for being such a stubborn brat about their damn pact.]

They damn well better! And if they give me what I want, I can finally be rid of you. Frankly it's about time I stopped having to suffer through your pathetic excuse for an existence.

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Curses.... never seem.... to run..... straight, so.... it seems a.... wasted.... effort.

[privately, he marvels at the number of nature spirits he's run into in this place. he's not sure what this person is, but she's clearly not human.]

[Demon, of the fire sort, and some kind of alien to boot. Who the hell knows, really.]

Don't project somebody else's shoddy craft onto me. I'll give you exactly what you ask for, it doesn't have to be a curse.

[Gawd, Wrathia, you're the one who ruined HER life.]

...And what if they don't give you what you want? [What they want, really, but Ava doesn't want to end up agreeing right now.]

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[No Ava you ruined her life by being the first thing in the universe to be born after her death.]

Then I guess I'm stuck here until with you until they get bored and let go of me, aren't I? I'll be no worse off than I was before. After all, we still have our agreement.

You're kidding right? There's no way the Gods would listen to something like that. As soon as they give you back your powers your brain'll explode.

Demanding and impudent creature are you not? What possessed you to conceive that we would be given to accept such a one-sided arrangement, much less consider assisting one so unjustifiably arrogant in their methods of address?

[Pot, Kettle, behold, it is of an ebon hue.]

[Well maybe it's Wrathia's fault for choosing to die when she was being born!

And for being worse off, Ava already thinks Asgard is pretty amazing for giving Wrathia her own body.]

Yeah, but...just because we're stuck here doesn't mean I'll want to hang around with you.

[Because she wants to enjoy her moment of freedom, thank you very much.]

[No nothing is ever Wrathia's fault, ok, except when it totally is Wrathia's fault, which is at least 95% of the time.]

I didn't say "hang around with you", I said "stuck here with you." Don't think just because we're who the fuck knows where that I could be rid of you that easily. We made a pact. It's not necessarily null and void just yet.

[Who the hell is this joker?]

Excuse me!? If you brought me here you know I am extremely fucking important in hundreds of galaxies and that I don't have time to be wasting around fighting somebody else's wars when I've got my own priorities to get to! And I offered a fair deal, which is more than the likes of you deserves!

I think I know what my own brain will and won't do in my own space, brat.

If anyone with your filthy shade of skin color rules over hundreds of galaxies, they are clearly and obviously populated by fools and reprobates, their planets unworthy of consideration and ultimately to be steamrolled by the glorious Condescension when she can find time to be bothered. Clearly, if you are trapped as you are, your reach has far exceeded your limited grasp.

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Right, I know. [About the whole pact thing because she's still unsure how the whole thing works.]

So what if they send you back but keep me here? That's not going to damage our souls...?

[Because that would really really suck if she got to stay and somehow died from being separated from Wrathia. This is why she can't have nice things. Ever.]

[the Medicine Seller has never met anybody quite like this before, so: willing to take things at face value! .... for now.]

Ahhh..... of.... course. You have managed... to overcome.... the constant.... nature.... of wanting.

[that's sarcasm btw.]

All right. It's a deal.

Well there's no way you'd be able to affect anything here from there, so you'd sort of have to be here. Where heads explode.

[Man who the fuck is this guy and what is his problem.]

That's on their end, not on mine. I give for what I get, and if they want more, then that's not my problem.

[Can't have nice things because Wrathia will ruin them even if she doesn't do it intentionally.]

Do you want the answer if we're lucky, or the answer if we're unlucky, or the answer if we're really unlucky?

Good choice. My terms are my life intact, my release from here and my power restored. If you can do that for me, I'm more than willing to pact.

[Somebody is cruising for a bruising, son.]

My grasp is still long enough to snatch your insolent tongue out of your head, if I'm feeling generous. And you can inform your Condescension that when she feels up for getting the floor wiped with her face she's welcome to come see me, and I will be sure to hand her her ass on the platter of my toilet seat, like I have every other jumped-up pretender with an imbecilic name who thought she could come knocking on my door. Now tuck your tail between your legs and crawl back to your bitch queen or hide behind the skirts of the gods and wait for me to melt the skin off your bones like a good little asskisser.

[And oh how he feels likewise.]

Equius Zahhak does not hide from filthy, red-blooded little peasants with pretentions to power. I will relay your message when it suits my noble personage to do so, but not before your impudent carcass lies beneath my heel. Her Imperial augustness deserves nothing less than to be informed of the depraved comedy of your existence, not of the pretenses towards a threat you seem to believe you pose in your delusions.

I will not be hiding, peasant. You may find me quite easily.

[Totally LOLing over here SORRY.]

You thought I was serious!

Why do so many people throw "so-called" in front of "god"? Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. That's no way to get a favor out of us.

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