Ag'thal - Greed
Ag'thal's mouths frowned with disgust at the name. Neromus. Oh, how convinient. Lust, ever so quick to react, beat Ag'thal to questioning the creature. Simply observing with a foul expression and a dozen pitch black pupils staring at the winged creature, Ag'thal hoped for an answer that would be of use to her. However, she ended up recieving more questions than answers.
A year? Not to conquer, but dwell among the scum of the earth? Well... Ag'thal couldn't say she hated humans. In fact, she felt herself strangely drawn to them, even. She supposed she'd always had a bit of an soft spot for those fragile beings that embodied all of the Sins in such neat packages. Still, the Sin of Greed couldn't help but scoff at the creature with the deal, one of her many hands propping under her chin to bring stability.
"And what will your beloved 'Master' get out of it? I've got a reason to suspect she might not be offering this deal just out of the good of her heart," Ag'thal's whispery voices questioned, her smokey, cloud-esque hair moving around her head like an entity of its own.
To Heaven with not conquering. I might as well just take the deal and do as I please, Ag'thal thought to herself in snobbish fashion, nostrils flaring at the thought.
"Besides, what makes your Master think I want to reclaim my position on the throne? This place has long rejected us, not a place worthy of my time and power. Yet here you are, suggesting we might want to learn this precious lesson of yours. But whatever happens if we 'fail'? Ag'thal continued, jumping down from her propped up tail and walking around the creature. Ag'thal's numerous, sharp teethed mouths, all curious to taste Neromus' flesh. All her eyes eager to see an act slip up and reveal a scam underneath. All of her monstrous, dragon-like snouts breathing in the smell of the intruder. She was intriqued, but also planning. Ag'thal was coming up with a plan that would enable her to do what she wanted, not what some other entity did. She could use this opportunity to play along their little game, but in the end she would free herself and rise to take everything the mortal realm had to present her with.
The Sin of Greed paused, looking over at Mag'mora with a curious eye. Then her many eyes switched to Wrath, examining them both. What were they thinking of this?