Hearing the sound of their rumbling voice again made him snap out of his stupor.  Hargon couldn’t really believe what he was hearing.  “You... you’re capable of such things?”      The demon god’s jaws moved in an attempt of a smile, though it was no where near comforting seeing those fangs close like a vice together.  “Of course,” they grinned yet it looked nothing like one, “it is a simple task.”        Bringing forth a God, a simple task!?  Hargon would’ve laugh had he not been so cautious of the demon resting before him.  They leaned even closer to him, and he took a reflexive step back.  A cold sweat broke out on him.  “And a simple exchange.”       If they thought summoning a God was an easy task he was almost afraid to ask about what this ‘simple’ exchange was.  “An exchange?”     The massive demon’s eye’s glimmered.  “Offer unto me your soul.  And you shall be gifted your God.”     He balked at the idea.  Give his soul- to what he assumed to be a another God- one that he didn’t even know the name of!?  The very idea was preposterous!  But... their offer was tempting. He gritted his teeth, gathered his courage, and jutted the staff at the other demon.  The crystal tapped feebly against a fang.  “Even if I give you my soul, I will not worship you!  The faith in my God is absolute!” The response he got to his outburst wasn’t one he expected.  A loud snort and the gust of wind from them nearly knocked him off his feet.  Four clawed hands he somehow hadn’t noticed emerged from the dark and slammed into the ground lifting the other worldly creature and making them appear even taller than they already were.  The giant demon’s maw opened wide and what he could only guess was a laugh escaped from between their sharpened teeth. “Such gall!”  Their eyes looked amused as they gazed down at him.  “I do not require your worship.  I need your soul for other means. So...”  Their neck slithered back down to him, head tilted to the side so only two eyes leered at him.  “Will you accept?  It’s an offer few would refuse.”