"SPEAK YOUR TERMS," the Void King said, his massive form leaning closer.
"First, you never possess me again. Never enter my mind without permission. Never control my actions." Draven's voice was firm. "Second, you don't harm Elaria. Ever. She's mine to protect, and I won't tolerate threats against her."
"AND WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN FOR THESE... CONCESSIONS?"
"Me. Willingly." Draven took a breath. "I'll accept what I am. I'll stop fighting the void magic inside me. I'll even visit the void realm sometimes, if you want. But as an equal, not as a possession."
Elaria felt his emotions through the bond, the cost of what he was offering, the fear that he was making a mistake, but also the desperate hope that this might actually work.
"YOU WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME AS YOUR CREATOR?" The Void King
