Cursed Alliance
"Lincoln, your potential is terrifying. If I wanted to, I could ignore the Sovereign Pact and kill you right now. The other Chief Gods in the Underworld wouldn't have time to stop me—and wouldn't dare try. They might not even react in time, let alone those few in the other Supreme Planes." Hela calmly stated the facts, but Lincoln wasn't worried in the slightest.
"But you won't. If you wanted to do that, you wouldn't have told me." Lincoln smiled, recalling a few things. "You've even helped me more than once."
"Yes, I hesitated for a long time." Hela stared at Lincoln, her hands clenched tight. "Now I've decided to take this gamble. The outcome is in fate's hands."
"Hmm?" Lincoln waited for her to continue.
"Since it's a gamble, I still need some guarantees." Hela spoke slowly, every word clear and resolute. "Lincoln, I want you to swear to the Overgod that you'll always share my interests. We'll rise and fall together. You'll never betray me, harm me, or kill me, and you'll do everything you can to help me reach the pinnacle. If you break this oath, all your Divine Clones and your Saint Original Body will be utterly destroyed."
"Even if you think I'm trying to hurt you or keep you from advancing?" Lincoln's eyes shifted as he considered the loopholes.
"If I thought that of you, I wouldn't have come here today. Naturally, this applies as long as I don't betray you, hurt you, or hinder your progress. But you can't damage my interests in the name of your progress, either," Hela explained.
"That seems fair." Lincoln smiled faintly. "So, what do I get? Are you going to help me hunt down a Chief God?"
Hela walked a few steps away and considered the