killing Neron Launceleyn

"Oh, but you did Neron. You did, so that you would not die. But death is a choice, just as continuing to live beneath the dark gaze of your kin is a choice." The Voice replies with a subtle narrowing of her eyes. But Neron was no paladin, no lawful-good servant, and she recognized this easily. He'd do what was necessary to keep himself alive and to maintain the lifestyle he was used to. "Some of my brightest children." She acknowledges with a nod. "You will have no doubt heard from Rexanna that your request is...not so easily granted. You with your abandoned blood, your knack for making deals when it suits you..." What would stop him from trying to arbitrate a new deal when he found himself no longer quite pleased with being a hybrid anymore? When the itch for pain overwhelmed him, when the need to feel again was unbearable? 'What was your curse before? Defy the orders of your monarchs and be engulfed by flames?"