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Then let me give you an offer. A way you can remain here without your being here causing me any harm. Help me look after the dead here in Preya. If you help me, I can gift you with some of my power. And in turn, your presence won't cause me to inch closer to becoming another Lucifer.
I don't want to harm you or your family... Please, believe me when I say that. I serve death. I am death. I am part of the natural order of things. When something goes against that it messes with who I am and I risk falling and becoming like Lucifer. I just want to help.