"You know, I knew an Alec once," Rit said, to nobody in particular, though he knew Axieva was listening, "well I suppose I've known and will know lots of Alec's lots of times," he waved a hand to dismiss the line of thinking. "One Alec in particular was very special though." Rit sat cross legged, floating in the air. He got a few stares, some more related to his peryton appearance. A low grumbled comment of monster, and another about bloody mages showing off. Always there was prejudice. Even in the uncountable Utopias he'd seen.
"This Alec was something not far from what I once was," Rit leaned back as if he were in a recliner. Were recliners invented yet on this Earth? "There was this time, in another story, where I was The Vessel of Three Souls. It was a pretty big deal. Such a big deal that someone tried to recreate me." Rit did air quotes when saying recreate, though that wasn't a thing in this here and now. He also found it interesting that his author made so many references to his modern era through him. I guess when you're a god like being, you're allowed to break the fourth wall sometimes.
"These very powerful magic users that were in a cult lead by a demigod collected slivers, teeny tiny pieces," Rit held his index finger and thumb very close together in front of his eye, "of souls. Every sliver from a different creature, until they had collected them from all the creatures in their perception of reality, save for gods and demigods. They even got them from the demons, devils, and celestial beings."
"Well," Rit sat up leaning forward, as this was the important part of the story, "then they forged all those eency-weency, teeny-weeny slivers into a single soul. And grafted it to an embryo they had just killed but that was still in utero. So Alec was born in a human body, and had very strange powers. His life was quite interesting."
His story done, Rit stood. He stood next to Axieva and got a distant glassy eyed look. When Alec returned a moment later, Rit interrupted before he could speak.
"I'm sorry Alec, but she declines that contract. Do not expect her to return for another." Then he grabbed Axieva by the hand and towed her up into the air, bidding her to fly.
"The contract is a trap. A bounty was placed on 'monsters' of any kind," Rit shook his head in disgust, "the fool doesn't even know it's a trap. He thinks it's a real offering. He's going to be dead by the end of the month. Stabbed and robbed while high on poppy nectar."
