High Priestess and the sinners

Death is a stone

Death is a stone,

The wisdom of ages,

Earth life of its own

Without any cages

Life is a red pig

Crawling out with suffering

And continue to suffer

And no other offer

V.R.

"There must be some kind of shift of plates again... a hot core, or whatever it is... Back to the basic?"

"You better shut up for you know I am here! And I hope you guess what I am here too."

"To be honest not clearly...

"I SAID SHUT UP! I didn't give you the right to speak, you dirty mouse. But if you don't understand, I'll remind you. You touched the girl with your god-damned spirit! The mark you left on her never shouldn't be on her, it is unacceptable! It's not even on you, it's not on anyone like you! It belongs to another stratum of souls! No, no, things didn't go according to plan, I can't even believe you gave her that thing... You couldn't do that, I didn't give you that ability!"

"I'm shocked myself. I swear, I don't know how it happened! I don't have the power to give anyone a mark like that. Please, you have to believe me!"

The Priestess's eyes glowed with an unnatural light, her anger palpable. She took a step closer, her presence overwhelming. "Then explain to me how a girl, untouched by the realms of darkness, now bears the mark of an ancient power. How did you, a mere shadow, manage to intertwine your fate with hers?"

The Murderer shook his head desperately. "I don't know! Maybe there's something more to her, something we don't understand. Maybe... maybe the mark chose her."

"One more time a word comes out of you and I will flatten your attic for-e-ver." The Priestess paused, her rage momentarily giving way to contemplation. "The mark... choosing her? Impossible. The amphora's power is beyond the reach of mortals of her category! She's another bread. Or either something goes wrong..."

"But in which category then she is?"

"That's none of your business."

"Alright then, what if I'm like... don't want to do anything anymore?"

"You're dead."

"I'm dead anyway."

"You'll be dead forever. Don't test me, shadow. Your e existence hangs by a thread I can sever at any moment."I'll give you a hint: not the best choice. As I already mentioned, I'll not just return you both to where you started, but I'll destroy you completely."

"Funny - "you both"? And yet I'm not the only one lucky beggar..."

"...I see that you are desperate. Someone like you can accept anything, even to be incinerated into darkness. Therefore, I will risk offering you something in case you remain in the quest: I will give you the title of Vice-Priest. You will be my confidant, my right hand, the one who holds pre-heaven and post-heaven meetings with me. Your word will be significant."

"How...?" The Murderer stared at the Priestess in disbelief. "How could you possibly offer me that? After everything... why would you trust me?"

The Priestess's gaze was steely and unwavering. "I don't trust you. But I know your kind. You crave power, influence, and a chance to be more than a shadow. I'm offering you that. But remember, betray me, and your end will be swift and certain. It's enough just that I like you. Although, nevermind. Probably too crazy a decision on my part, right? A responsibility that is difficult to imagine for your small, fragile mind. That's it - go to your execution."