Prophecies were always half true and half false.
Even when the prophet was a god, they could only see blurry fragments, and those fragments were often misread.
And as it happened, the authority of the God of Trickery and Lies excelled at misleading others.
So after seeing several fragments Murphy had deliberately shown her, Morrigan thought she had figured out Murphy's true nature.
She saw a demigod who had nearly been imprisoned and transformed by the Christian God—exactly the method the Christian God specialized in, converting native gods into his own angels or twisting them into devils. Murphy's divine power seemed to come from the ancient Pan, but he had escaped the Christian God's transformation, then sworn vengeance against the Christ who had tried to enslave him.
Morrigan relaxed.
Revenge—there was no purer motive than that.
What was more, his enemy was also her enemy.
He was a perfect tool.
"Wizards are only mortals. Your Magic Web may be able to strengthen them, allowing them to fight ordinary angels. But you have seen archangels. Those are not opponents wizards can contend with," Morrigan said, guiding him patiently.
"You need us, just as we need you."
Murphy's brows were tightly furrowed, as if she had struck at what was on his mind, yet he was still hesitating, unwilling to hand over his authority.
So Morrigan pushed a step further. "We are very generous to our friends. You wish to shelter your fellow wizards. Relying on the power of the Magic Web alone is not enough, but we can help you. All the elves of Great Britain, all the goblins, Centaurs, and merfolk will be your friends. You will have free passage anywhere."
"But likewise, we cannot allow enemies to exist."
"You killed Merlin. Many gods are very displeased by that. You