“Is it possible to become a Decay Lord?”
Retvik blinked, caught off guard. This seemed to happen to him a lot lately. Mostly because he had made a new friend. Or, rather, finding an old friend from the past. Retvik and Phovos were now firm friends, and Retvik had been enjoying the Raptor’s presence a lot.
“You mean, in general?”
Phovos sighed, leaning on Retvik’s arm. “I guess, but I was more thinking about myself.”
“You wish to be a Decay Lord?” Retvik somewhat repeated himself.
“What I want is to be with you more often. We’re good, even great friends,, maybe even more than that, but we are so far apart most of the time.”
Retvik nodded in agreement. “We are very distant, most of the time.”
“Yeah and I don’t like it. Especially since the Other Six are quite near to you. I’m stuck on the other side of the universe, takes an hour to get here, an hour to get back. I get two hours at most, plus two hours of travel.”
“I could come down and meet you more, if that makes you feel better?” Retvik helpfully suggested. “I have a slightly different schedule. Maybe if we messaged each other more as well?”
“It’s the same damn problem though…” Phovos frowned, rubbing one of her horns in frustration. “We come all this way to see each other and we’re not even allowed to meet in the middle. I thought that, while guarding the ass-end of the universe, that I’d have more free time.”
“True, true…” Retvik sighed. “Our basic needs are met due to these jobs, but it does not fell… like a good use of our time.”
“You get more time than I do!” Phovos squeaked. “You get to see interesting beings pop in and out at this damned oasis. I just stare off into the darkness down there because nothing happpens. I don’t like it.”
“Well…” Retvik trailed off, thinking to himself. Phovos tutted some more, then went back to staring at the dark, star-filled sky. Even the view was better here. Eventually though, Retvik returned to the conversation. “I do not see why not…”
“Why not what?”
“I do not see why you can not apply to be a Decay Lord. Or at the very least as a Decayling. Surely it should be fine?”
Phovos snorted. “It’s alright for you, you’re a Decay Lord. I’m a Divine Guardian bound to a Life Goddess. Not the same thing at all!”
Retvik peered over his shoulder, then lowered his voice. “You see Kuta over there? Both he and Litvir were supposed to be dead. Litvir is as qualified as I am to be a Decay Lord, but Kuta is still working on his title.”
“Why wasn’t he working with you and Litvir though?”
“Kuta hid inside Litvir’s body as a parasite, before suddenly bursting out and scaring the piss out of us. The technicality is that Kuta is actually a Divine Guardian without a target to protect.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It really does not…” Retvik grunted. “But if he can become a Decayling, then, theoretically, so should you.”
Phovos tutted, then sighed some more. “I am bound to Kinisis though. For potentially a really long time.”
“Not forever though. And, either way, I have plenty of patience. It takes as long as it takes, but I am certain that you becoming a Decayling is possible. If a bit tedious.”
“What about now though?”
Retvik simply shrugged. “Maybe it is worth talking to Kinisis when you get the chance. I will speak to Galyn about it as well. But in the mean time, I will make more of an effort to communicate with you. Because I do somewhat forget to check messages…”
Phovos paused, then smiled slightly.
“Does this make you feel better?”
“Yeah, much better…”