"Yes, Rowan, your origins, or do you believe I would keep this truth from you when it serves my enemies better to keep you from it?" Enoch smirked when he saw the shock in the eyes of Rowan. Even though they both knew that Rowan was a consummate actor, there were some things that could not be faked.
Rowan rested his head on his throne for a moment before he burst into laughter, "This is so familiar," he said, "I once had a conversation similar to this with Death, and even then, the beast did not believe me until it was too late."
Raising his head up to see the question in Enoch's eyes, Rowan sighed, "You must have seen that memory of me with the Beast of Final Rest, who, like you, was gaining great benefits from the slaughter that the Primordials were having all over Reality. The beast thought that all the benefits it was gaining would carry a price that it could bear… now there is war on its doorsteps."
