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Volume 2. Chapter 13. Treaty

There was a dead silence. Everyone was looking at everyone, waiting for them to do the first move.

"...Soooo, what now? Will we sit here, staring in each other's eyes or, shall we start this business finally."

The woman sitting on the throne said nothing, yet I could feel her hate towards me.

"... Do it."

At her command, the woman next to her started to shine before we found ourselves in a richly decorated room.

Between me and the goddesses, a mahogany table that had several documents laying on it.

Over our head was a humongous chandelier shining in an eye hurting light.

While adjusting my eyes to the brightness, a male announcer's voice could be heard.

"Today we shall conduct the peace trial between Astera, Queen of Gods, and Destin Torres, King of Dis. To make this treaty as productive as possible please swear onto your own name that you will follow the following rules. Rule Number One: No combat is allowed during the negotiations. Rule Number Two: The negotiators need to respect each other, during all circumstances. Rule Number Three: No outside assistance or interference! Do you accept these terms?"

"Yes, by my name, Astera, I accept."

"Ehh, sure. Me Desmond accepts it."

"Then start the negotiations!"

The documents on the table disappeared leaving one for each of us.

Next to Astera, the woman in brown, made a fake cough, before speaking.

"Mister Desmond, we shall start this trial by establishing the main terms of this peace treaty. my client has provided me with a list of requests." The brunet materialized a piece of parchment. "First, we request that you stop the production of bombs and any weaponry using souls as an energy source. You will also stop summoning, creating, and sending out hordes of monsters into the other worlds. Finally, we demand that you release all heroes that you captured and pay for all the damages that you caused. You may tell us your terms so that we can proceed."

"my terms? Sure, give me a second."

I did as if I was looking through my coat for something, only to take out a small, empty yellow paper.

"So, my terms are the following. Goddess Astera, queen of gods shall wear a bikini for the rest of her life. She needs to pay me an amount of gold equal to that of a planet while allowing me to take over her post and rule the gods as their king. "

around us I could hear laughing, swearing, and shouting, reinforcing my doubt that we were being watched.

The brunet inhaled sharply before continuing.

"Mister Desmond, please take this treaty seriously."

"After you." I threw the paper away before I put my elbow on the table." Your demands make this feel like if surrounded after a losing battle! My entire people are made up of dumb soldiers who have almost no reproductive organs. If we stop the raids, we cannot feed them, and their numbers will drop drastically. Also, my world is a dead planet without any suns, meaning there is no natural food source there. We can only feed ourselves by using soul energy, Energy that we harvest from humans and monsters. If I accept any of these terms ii would sentence my people to extinction."

"You would deserve it!"

From a shadowy area, where the light of the chandelier didn't reach, someone walked in.

It was another woman wearing a crimson red jeans and shirt, with her red hair having the color of congealed blood, which matched with her pall skin.