starcrowned

I had a special guest meet me in the 'office' today,

h̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶S̶a̶n̶c̶t̶u̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶n̶o̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶'̶p̶r̶o̶f̶e̶s̶s̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶'̶

In order to keep the god in my possession, [for it was my master's belief Thor could be deemed useful to him by granting the god a favor] I undauntedly subjected him to a promise that I could just as easily fix his shattered hammer─ {*gif*}

The only question remained... 

"Do I dare restore something so pure with dark magic?"

But the favor was mine and I needed to fix what was broken. And as I clasped my own hands in dormant rage I knew, I knew that maybe I was doing this to restore my own 'honor' more than helping out who I should be considering a 'friend.'

"And the cost for you 'services', man of magic?"

There was no long-term fee like the selling of a soul; just the standard pay─

"Wait till you get my bill-"