"Woah, who do you think I am?" She smiled, slowly circling around me while her eyes crawled up and down my body, seemingly inspecting me. "Some kind of demon?"
"Are you god?" I asked the single most important question that had been lingering in my mind for a while now.
Her eyes widened, and her smile only stretched further as she finished circling around me, grabbing my hand and then squeezing it with the pressure of a thousand mountains.
It was going to break if she kept pressing so hard.
"Your mother is my servant… that is all I shall give you,"
"And how do you know of my mother? She is dead. Gone. How could she be a servant to a living being…?" I questioned the woman, but her smile told me everything I needed to know.
