"What took you so long?" Trezlan was waiting for Hanlon, he had been waiting all morning, not like he had any real conscious way of calling Hanlon, but he did his usual floundering and expected the god to show up. But now here he was hours late and the man just strolled in like Trezlan hadn't been waiting for him. It was enough to make Trezlan think the god didn't care anymore.
"I had other business, no don't ask it was sad and yet funny and completely not related to anything with you. Let me guess this is about your son?"
"Of course its about my son, I've exhaused my list of things to do and now I need your help."
"Your list of things being kill him kill him slowly or kill someone else so that he can live?"
"That's patently insulting there are plenty of things I do that don't involve death like uhhh shit, look are you going to help me or just bother me here?"
"Well Trezlan I'm a death god, what do you want me to do? Kill him? What he's inflicted with is beyond my realm, but before you throw a damned fit like a child without food I already asked around and I have a guy, now you won't like him, I don't like him, but he's the best at this kind of thing. So you'll have to deal."
Trezlan was going to say something in return, but Hanlon was gone, in his place was a crisp business card that was white with bold type face on it. It was weird for someone to still use a printed business card, but I guess when you work for Gods you are expected to be weird. The card just had his name and a number, nothing else. His name didn't even stand out, Ray Barnes. But if Hanlon said he was the best, well then Trezlan was screwed.
"Barnes." Voice was clipped, not a syllable too long, only voice, no visual.
"This is Trezla..."
"Lorentino, possession, expect me within the hour." And the line went dead, Trezlan was barely into his thought process for asking for help and Barnes was already on the way, he was confused passed the point of even knowing what to do.
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