"If I asked you to kill a god..."
Tuilaepa had felt cold all over from the start, but when he understood what Hela, the Goddess of death, meant, his heart went colder still. It was as if he had been dropped into absolute zero. Even time seemed frozen, passing with agonizing slowness.
Kill a god? A powerful god, at that? How was that any different from suicide?
Reality was no story, and he was no hero from the myths of Olympus. He had no divine father or mother. Even if he somehow succeeded in killing a god, could he survive what came afterward?
Tuilaepa looked at the Goddess, one half of her face gentle and the other hideous. He forced the words out.
"I'll do it..."
If he killed a god, he might die later. If he refused, he would die now. Even if Hela spared him, the Tsunami would kill him when it arrived. He might as well agree. At least then he would live a little longer.
The Goddess wrapped in white cloth gave no answer. She walked up to him and pressed a dagger into his hand. Mysterious patterns were carved into it, and dark crimson blood, congealed and blackened yet never fading, stained its blade.
This... Is this the Godslayer Dagger Florence?
He was hardly a devout Believers in God, but he had always been fascinated by the Godslayer Dagger Florence. He had looked at the pictures posted online hundreds, if not thousands, of times, often imagining what it would be like to own it. He recognized the weapon that had played such an important role in the "Descent of the Son of God" incident at a glance.
*But wasn't this dagger, said to be Christianity's most important Divine Artifact, kept in St. Peter's Basilica in