<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">As opposed to the forest outside, the smell of cinnamon and apple cider reminded him more of home as he walked inside. Even if it came from a woman that he knew he couldn't trust. Well... he didn't know that for certain that he couldn't trust her, but the whispers were hinting towards that, and the whispers were the ones who had helped him throughout this nightmare. Without them, he was sure he would have been a blood smear on Irelia's wall, smited by power that he never had the chance to fight. Azalea could hear Hazeel's hesitant steps through the small hallway of her hut until he finally reached the table she had indicated. While the cider looked absolutely delicious, Hazeel wasn't plagued by the requirements of thirst within this realm. Because of that, he didn't want to take any chances at all.<br/><br/><em>"What is she getting at?"</em> he thought, trying to ask the whispers for any information that he could use to his advantage. While he did grab a mug of cider, he avoided drinking it, instead holding it slightly above the table... just in case he would have needed to use it as a makeshift weapon.<br/><br/>"I doubt that poison affects a Goddess and a human equally," Hazeel replied as he let the bottom of the mug touch the table. He sat down on a stool near the table, his eyes darting back and forth between the cider and Azalea. Why did he suddenly feel so tired? He didn't feel thirsty, but exhaustion still affected him within this realm? Would he wake up from his nightmare if he went to sleep here? He couldn't test that now, since dropping his guard in front of a powerful Goddess would not end up well for him. His eyes then followed the golden liquid that slid down her chin, immediately remembering the virginities of the two Goddesses that he had claimed. Their bodies didn't seem like they were made for someone of his stature, but that didn't seem to matter. He had never felt a hymen tear that easily.<br/><br/>"If you want to talk, then talk," Hazeel replied, his voice cracking just a bit under the pressure. This was <em>the</em> Goddess. The one that the whispers warned him against. Could she revert his powers back to nothing and slaughter him in cold blood? Did she harbor resentment for what he did?<br/><br/>"You know what happened to her... and me?" he asked, giving her the opportunity to garner his trust. He kept in mind what the whispers said, but surely she had <em>something </em>to say.</span>