“I would not know better than you, incontestably.”       Squinting her eyes slightly at him, she studied the man with attention, whom claimed to be one. Now she had to decide if she counted him as one of hers. He didn’t look like one for sure.       “So what you are saying, is that you do not fear anything, or anymore?”        He got her intrigued clearly now.       “I am not scared of you or death in general.”       Since her youngest age, she knew tales of Hel, Goddess who received a part of the dead, && that she should be anything but afraid of her realm.      “&& you do not look intimidating either.”       Insolent ? Probably a little, yeah. 

          “If you already know your answers, why are you asking me then?”     Blue eyes moved to stare at him intensely in his dark ones, bold.        “Care to tell me more? So far, I do not believe you are a God. What if I forced my sword to meet your heart? Would you bleed?” 

          _{“Does anyone bleed when you stab them in their heart? What you see, what you really see is a reaction of what happens when you break open the flesh of a person, and that is blood.” He was attempting to go towards how a person is just a fleshy meat sack, but instead, he failed to do so.}

           _{A reason to why he let out a deep breath and attempted to make things easier to understand, “What you see right now is a vessel. My true form isn’t meant for this world.” If he was being honest, his true form was an abominable disgrace to creation, but that was besides the point, “If you stab me, my vessel may bleed out, but I will still be standing. A body is what keeps me stable on this world. Nothing else.”}