"Pathetic" exclaimed Necrucifer.

"The Goddess of Dark Magic and mother of many Gods weeping like a elven female. Perhaps you are getting soft. Whatever the reason, I do not like this. It is a sign of weakness."

Drakkara's tears turned into a snarl almost instantly.

"Do you not care that our son is alone on a world where he can be... killed by mere mortals?" snarled Drakkara.

"Do you not care that the very unappreciative mortals that we helped create would have your son killed in an act of defiance and vengeance? Or have you forgotten that the High God has cursed us while on Algoron? We can DIE there and no son of mine will be taken by mortals!!!"

"You're attempting to anger me, Lover, just as you do when you attempt to seduce the mortals into worshiping you instead of me. While you may be good at manipulating the mortals, remember that I am the master of all things dark, and that includes you, my dear. I see right through you."

Drakkara was suddenly angered and while it was apparent on her expression, she said nothing. Probably a wise move.

Necrucifer stood boisterous with a sly smirk. He knew that Drakkara would like nothing more than to slap it off of his face. He enjoyed the moment very much. And then... he spoke.

"I will create a hoard of demons. The mortals of all of our children can quest for the right to serve as one. When that has been decided, they will find Malachive and protect him. Perhaps his power will flourish enough to once and for all rule that world. Where you see disaster, I see opportunity. Malachive will live, and he will be our savior of destroying the good."

Darkness overcame Necrucifer and in an instant, he was gone. Drakkara stood alone contemplating Necrucifer's words. She smiled, and returned to her moon.