“Well, if Brock forced his way into the position, he might have had to sell his soul to the god he wants to be subordinate to.”
Now my eyes went wide. “Wow, that doesn’t really seem like a fair trade.”
“It isn’t.” Morgan shook his head and hung the dagger on his belt.
“What are you doing, taking the dagger? Do you want to become a lesser god?”
“It doesn’t work that way. I probably can’t use its magic, so it’s not truly mine.” He looked around one more time. “All right, I think it’s time to go.”
I took a deep breath. “We’re going to attack the demons guarding the door, aren’t we?”
Morgan nodded. “Yup.”
It might have been our only option, but that didn’t make me like it any better.
After he dragged Brock’s body to the back of the classroom and stashed it behind a few desks, I followe
