Dasha could not tell lies to this Cultivator. Wang Lun was too powerful. The Inner Circle and the Outer Circle, two rings that made up this Skeptic Society. This unofficial rebellion of the gods. He first learned of them through Kón, first human of Paracas mythology, who mistook him for Jack, another member.
There was the Liberator, who Wang Lun presumed Dasha worked under, and Lucifer Morningstar, the devil.
Dasha studied him carefully. Wang Lun spoke with the confidence of someone who believed he understood everything. It was a dangerous quality. But useful. Because he did not understand everything. What Dasha didn't and did know was of utmost importance that balanced whether he lived or died; whether his lies would be discovered or kept.
"I'll be meeting with the Liberator soon," said Dasha. "That is all I can say for now."
Wang Lun bared his teeth. Alas, the Messenger spoke the truth. He would. Someday.
