Page 61 of All Hallows Legacy
“Where’s your white beard?” I found myself asking.
“I shaved it,” he replied without missing a beat. “Hold out your hand.”
Giving him a wary look, I did.
“Call a shadow—a small one! Picture a coil of magic sitting on your palm like a lizard.”
“That’s an odd request,” I said, but my head was floaty and disoriented enough that I followed his instruction. I startled when it worked, a small curl of darkness sitting in my palm. “What is this…?”
“Power,” God replied tightly. “The thing the entire fucking world revolves around. Can you make it bigger?”
I could, it turned out, and it didn’t take much effort at all. The tiny black lizard growing into the size of a small house cat in my hands.
“What’s next?” I asked, staring at the magic, bemused at its existence.
God’s expression hardened. “Now,” he said, “we use that magic to save the domain.” He cast me a canny glance. “What do you want, above all things?”
I sensed his question probed deeper, searching for a different truth, but it cost me nothing to answer, so I did.
“Vengeance,” I answered, staring at the magic pooled in my hands, not even sure where the words poured from. “Justice. I want people to pay for the wrongs they’ve committed. I want them to meet their final Judgement.”
