When I was fully recovered - and it was in so little time I knew that Vindrexis had to be endorsing my healing process. He confessed as much to me as I staggered back to my feet and began the uncomfortable journey back towards the temple. A couple of the practising fighters paused, seeing my awkward get up, and watched me struggle. I did not look at them back, however.

Instead I breathed in deep and understood the inevitability of my situation. I was immortal, made so by the joint efforts of a half-god from another world, and a demon. Two beings that had intentions to destroy a third supernatural power. And I was apparently to be their weapon. My purpose was to fight for them, in a never ending struggle. Because I could. Because no matter what I could not die anymore.

Vindrexis had shown me the truth of my power, Sabazios had told me my orders. I did not know where I was. I did not know how much time had passed. I only knew now that I was undead, and I had a task given to me by my ... Creators.

With a heavy ... Chest (I did not have a heart, I had to remind myself. Or, at least, it did not work) I took myself up those wicked stone steps into the demon's temple. Huge wooden doors stood waiting open for me and I, with building strength, made my way through them. I saw the long room with the double set of pillars, and the throne at the end. Currently it was empty, but on the steps leading to the dais Sabazios and Vindrexis were standing, chatting quietly. As my footsteps made hollow sounds on the stonework they both looked around at me.

And they both smiled - Vindrexis broadly, Sabazios weakly. It was how they were, I supposed. I reasoned that because of all the pain Sabazios was going through with the revelations Vindrexis had brought, that he was a man of sorrows. Unashamedly I walked the long march over to them, my eyes only dropping at the last moment.

Only then, when I was three metres from my creators did I drop to my knee. The thin tunic that I wore tore more from the large holes the spears of my incapacitation had made, but I ignored it. My eyes fixed on the ground I gave the half-god and demon before me the respect that was due, that which I had seen the soldiers outside.

"My lords," I whispered.

And there was a slow intake of breath. Then they began.

"Do you understand the task given to you?" Vindrexis spoke quietly, filled with patience.

"I do," I replied. "You have brought me back from death to conquer your foe."

"Not just any foe," Vindrexis said, "My brother, who is the worst of men. He deems it necessary to trust mortals beyond their limits. He has done ill with the power given to him, he has misused his life. He is as bad as they who have misused my dear friend Sabazios here."

I was reminded by what Sabazios had said. At how his worshippers had actually been only wanting power all this time. Not the joy that his powers brought. My hands curled into fists as I replied.