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Shik hunched forward, arms bent in his lap as he listened. Not particular a history buff, he still found it interesting that Medea had sisters (more in the fact that they wielded just as much power more than anything else). His face set into a frown, however, when she said they did not fight. Frankly if he wielded the power Medea did and was wronged, he'd happily set off a little war, god or not; there was nothing to be found in not putting up a fight when vengeance should be had.

The question, however, was deliciously thrilling. The executioner's eyes glinted as he toyed with the idea. Their expectations had been to incite rebellion, but if Medea was being serious about her question . . . Oh, the entertainment that could be made.

"Everything has a power source, no?" Shik said, flicking his gaze between both women. "A Hunter is a Hunter because of their connection with those weapons; take that away from them and they are very human. Surely Death has something he derives his own powers from?" That was the only way he could think of: in terms of power and resources. On did not often think about killing deities, let alone Death itself.

"Clever children." And Medea's smile was ever so coy, "You can indeed kill Death with himself. A weapon, yet not quite. A part of him, yet not anymore. The answer is with memories that he himself created."

She shifted. "Ah, and yet I speak of a still unobtainable path. My body is weary and my obligations chained by vows that should have long died, but you, my children, you are quite free. You could gather them for me, and if you serve well, I will reward you. No, your actions themselves will also be rewarded. The step of returning to the old ways will finally begin, and you will no longer have to fight kindred against kindred. All I require in exhange is a vow of your secrecy."

She moved, almost serpentine as the pyre flickered, filled with life behind her. "Prove your loyalty and secrecy in earthly sacrifice. I require something of which you wear."

Shaheen had to refrain from preening at the compliment, though it was still soured somewhat by being called a child for what felt like the hundredth time in mere minute. Her and Shikoba had both answered correctly, and she might have shot him a small yet smug look before giving the high priestess her full attention once more.

It was good to know that they could indeed kill him, if necessary.

But in memories. This piqued Shaheen's interest slightly, shifting so that her own weighted lock and chain clinked against her hip. A gathering of memories was not something either she nor Shik were unfamiliar with, after their time spent in the tear.

All that was required was a vow of secrecy? Shaheen smiled, almost sweetly save for the hard gleam in her eyes. Of course she could do that, and she pushed herself to her feet, already making the motions as though to strip herself of something worn down below and beneath-----

But then Shikoba had to go and sacrifice something that she knew meant a lot more to him, something that somehow made his commitment more meaningful then her own if she had just decided to toss in a pair of golden undergarments. Her hands stayed on her hips, and then lifted, as she slowly slid a blue, beaded bracelet off of her wrist. holding that out to Medea as well.

"We will remain silent on this matter, High Priestess. We are yours to use in this task, and we will not fail you."