17 Bad Mouthing Pierre (1/2)

Arius sat across from a grim looking man. Dante was on his lap, and Zuna sat next to her dad. After finding out that Dante and Arius were immortal, Eirik had some questions.

”Zuna took the same time to grow as an average mortal, until she turned twelve.” Eirik began speaking. ”So how could Dante be 673 years old?”

”I'm a different type of immortal.” Dante had been slightly agitated after being accused of lying.

”What type?” Eirik inquired.

”Sky, maybe.” Dante didn't know exactly, since everything Asrael ever said was rather vague.

”How many types are there?” Eirik left no room for anyone else to talk.

”My brother never mentioned that.” Dante answered.

Eirik paused, perhaps he was thinking, so Arius took that chance to say something. ”We actually plan on finding his brother soon. If you help, you can ask him all the questions you want.”

”Sounds like a waste of time.” Eirik said.

”How can I convince you?” Arius was dead set on forming a team of immortals, he didn't really care much about the Phyrraium crystal, he was just curious about it.

”Do you have a pen and paper?” Eirik betrayed no emotion in his question.

”I think there is a pencil and notepad on the kitchen counter...” Arius said as Dante got to the floor and ran to go find the pencil and notepad.

The child came running back with it in his hands, he went straight to Arius who then propped the child up on his lap. He then slid the notepad towards Eirik.

”I'm going to test your intelligence. Okay?” Eirik spoke to Dante. The small boy nodded. Eirik began writing on the notepad, while Arius smiled.

”Here, read this out loud.” Eirik slid the notepad back to Dante. The child's face changed upon his first glance at the peice of paper. Dante looked up at Eirik, his face full of disbelief and disappointment.

He looked back down with a sigh as he began reading. ”Cat, dog, cow, red, bed...” he stopped reading as he looked up at Eirik once more, his face read 'do you think I'm an idiot?' Dante couldn't help grabbing the pencil and writing down his own words.