The force was a control that ca around Azrail. The next mont, he felt his senses return; he was back within the floating world of danger.
’The illusion almost broke .’
Azrail thought. The imnse pain had almost broken his mind to the point of dreaming up a scenario where he escaped from the torture itself. The bond hadn’t happened at all. He had just gone through an illusion, seeing that he had. It only showed how close he was to breaking apart.
"Not bad. You survived it all. It’s been so ti since I’ve seen a story worth watching."
Azrail took those words in. While reigning in the situation, he replied.
"Glad to see I can be so fun."
Azrail’s words were sarcastic, but Hephaestus didn’t mind at all as he replied.
"I won’t make any kind of promise, but I can give you my word on my na that everything will just flow between us."
’That’s the best I will get.’
Azrail understood. That was his end goal anyway. He didn’t mind. The word on Hephathus’s na was basically the next best thing. A promise on a na, if broken, would also have consequences, but not the most severe. So Azrail knew this was the best he would get from Hephathus. He was content.
"Deal. Then let’s have a more serious talk. Floating and talking like this is a pain."
As the words ended, Azrail soon found himself seated on a chair. Facing him, hidden away in fog, was Hephathus. All around, it looked more like a simple, well-designed room. As Azrail focused back on the issue, he spoke.
"With my involvent in all this, I just want a crumb. Of a crumb. Of a crumb. Sothing that will be absolutely useless to all of you but might be useful for ."
"Hmmm... depends on what more you are willing to show about yourself."
The reply from Hephaestus was filled with unending curiosity and desire to see the story Azrail would set up. What he did was more of a risk. Having the curiosity of a god-level being like Hephaestus is never fully safe. If he played it wrong, the small torture Azrail went through would look like a kid’s ga compared to what would co next.
"You want a piece of sothing that was planned millions of years ago. Even sothing that can co out to 0.0000001% of the profit and rewards from the plan will be extrely desirable anywhere in the cosmos."
"A smaller price to pay when compared to how much more resources you will all have to burn if I ever let what I know fully out."
That gave Hephaestus a mont to think. Almost every mber involved was doing this for revenge, but that didn’t an any of them were idiots who would let go of the profit they would receive from their plan. Thus, Hephaestus took a mont. After which he asked.
"What’s it that you need?"
"Before I say that, you still haven’t given your word."
Azrail’s reply got an annoyed grunt.
"Tsk... you caught on."
With that reply, a mont after, Azrail felt a twinge of central focus around him. He could feel this kind of focus even affecting his body in the real world. As the focus crushed around, like so kind of universal promise that was twirling around him, Hephaestus spoke.
"I make a promise in the na of my divine. In the divine worth of the hamr I wield. In the na of which the heavens granted as a title, one that I bear with pride. I hereby give DeathMark my word that whatever it is that we plan shall only, for the end of ti and of all tis, ever lie between us."
As those words faded out, it felt like a certain power was engraved deep into Azrail. As if he could feel a sweet promise swirling around him. A promise which he would know if ever broken. And this was the best that Azrail could ever get. Thus, a mont later, Azrail spoke.
"I want to be there when the fall takes place. Protected under you. And all I ask is just to get to bathe in the grace of the fall."
"..."
The silence fell between them after that. Seemingly as if the breath in the room disappeared. Though that didn’t stay for long, as Hephaestus replied.
"That can be done. But the grace from the fall of a Goddess? You sure are extrely greedy for a rat that just ca in."
Azrail didn’t reply to it. He just took in those words and shot back with a shrug.
"I need at least this level of greed if I ever want to reach the top of the cosmos."
"I agree with that."
To which Hephathus, after a mont of thought, replied.
"So the overall price to keep you shut and help delve into the plan we have is quite the low price to pay. But the problem still lies on our side. Give a guarantee."
Azrail expected this. After which, a mont of thought. Deeper from within his soul space, sothing shook. So kind of connection seed to twirl around. As if the very aspect of existence was shaking. Soon, for a single mont, a sword of judgnt that seed to shine deeper than any kind of shine the cosmos has ever seen ford.
Though the sword itself disappeared after a mont.
’Urgh... that was hard.’
Taking in the feeling of pain surrounding him, Azrail felt the stunning silence in the room. What Azrail had pulled out was a single sword that was from within the confines of the connection that Torex had given him. Swords forged from worlds. From the very depths of power. And to a creator like Hephathus, to soone so cold, just the shine of the sword was more than enough to prove what kind of power that was.
"You..."
That was all that was the reply from Hephathus.
"I am sure that proves a sense of reliance from both our sides."
"Impossible."
Is all Hephaestus replied. Even for this guy, it was taking a mont for him to digest it. And before Azrail could react, a sense of pressure filled him up. Though that pressure was filled with a sense of extre desire and power. It was as if Azrail was rooted in place, unable to move away, while the sheer desire of desires kept leaking out.
"Give the thod your kind uses to create swords, and I shall give you my whole share of Hera’s fall and even more."
Azrail was stunned for a mont. A feeling of loss filled his heart at that mont. Heck, if he knew, he would have told it with no issue. Just the first part of Azrail’s reward was enough to tempt him, not to ntion the ’more’ added to it.
’Urgh... so much profit.’
Holding back the pain, Azrail kept the mysterious thing at play as he shook his head.
"That is not sothing I can speak of. It is bound to my bloodline. You should know. Sothing like that is not anything people outside my legacy can use."
Your original had a lot of repetitive typos and run-on sentences that broke the rhythm of what is clearly ant to be tense, high-stakes dialogue. I tightened the phrasing for clarity and flow while keeping the exact beats, Azrail’s cocky sarcasm, and the power dynamic intact. No added content, no deleted ideas, word count stays very close.
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