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Again woken from his slumber, the alien God was not pleased with the constant nagging of the security alarm on board the ship. It told all who was within of the intruder outside and caused his warriors to get into motion. By the time he had flicked his fingers, bringing up a holographic screen display of the situation one or two of his followers had taken gun point and were prepared to neutralize the threat. A lip twitched into a faint smirk before Tyche vanished and teleported in front of Slash. He lifted a hand to signal to his followers to stand down.

As the sight dropped, Tyche tilted his head curiously. "We inquire your reason for coming here."

Tyche remained indifferent as he watched a display of emotions run across Slash's face, even if they were minute. It was a typical reaction to seeing a creature such as himself. Some were terrified for Tyche for the sole fact he was not of this world. Others were amused by his see-through appearance. And the human caretakers for some reason thought he was adorable. Why he couldn't fathom but it was not important enough to research. At least not yet.

So the Hellhound was here on behalf of his Goddess' command. Silence overtook the God was he mentally ran through what information he had gathered on the Hellhounds. Hexynia had personally picked Slash to be the first member of her harem. They had two children, Sear and Rend. She did not bare any more children after that - most likely due to the war and her tendency to wish to keep what is hers safe. A resourceful move. As long as something remains it can always be rebuilt. Slash himself had little background. At least that Tyche could find. His shipment history begins and not too long after he fell into Hexynia's service. Much like any other follower, Tyche believed.

"We are not certain on what information you are looking for. Elaborate."

Hexynia was resourceful and her first chosen mate was bold. A good choice. Their strengths played off each other well. Slowly Tyche opened his eyes and watched Slash curiously as he spoke. He was fishing for a lot of information and certainly more than what he was letting on. "We would like for you to follow us before we proceed." He glanced around. "Open areas are not secure."

Slowly the Extraterrestrial God drifted back towards his spaceship. He looked back a few times to ensure Slash was following. Once inside he took the other down a few halls before they reached a debriefing room. "Take a seat. We ensure your safety while on board."

"Relax", Tyche commented. He could sense the uncertaintly that overtook the Hellhound. "We believe we have some questions to answer. Correct?"

Tyche drifted in place, his tail swishing slowly side to side almost as a way to appease boredom more than anything else. "Many centuries ago we believe the Cursed were just like you and us." He paused to let the statement sink in before continuing. "A disagreement among the Gods broke out. Five Gods were betrayed and exiled. They fell from grace. Consumed by their hatred. Plotting their revenge. The Martyr wished the suffering of all.She is blinded by the very suffering she wishes upon others. The Mastermind plotted and pulled the strings to create a future world ruled by their new breed. She fabricated a machine. This machine still lurks somewhere. The Corrupter was made from the deceased. He is the Mastermind's living puppet. The Warrior wished for all to prove their worth. Only the strong shall survive under her rule. Weak shall perish. The Defender has a history with the Martyr. Not sure direct connection. Defends the Martyr endlessly. We are all to blame."

The second question replayed in the God's mind. He took some time to think of what was common enough knowledge to speak about. "Remember they were once like us." He said nothing more before crossing a set of arms. "Further inquiries?"

Tyche did not move as Slash stood. He did not bat so much as an eye as Slash spoke out of anger. Instead he drifted their with his smiles directed at the hellhound. As the other continued to speak almost absentmindedly, the smiles grew wider into a grin. "We believe you answered your own question. History repeats itself."

Unfolding his arms, Tyche turned and floated towards the door. "Please follow. We believe this session is done."

Tyche escorted the Hellhound out of his spaceship and to the outskirts of the crash site. "..Tread carefully. Good bye, Slash." The extraterrestrial soon vanished, leaving Slash by himself to think it all over and return to where he came.