Killing. Torturing. Manipulating others. I’d done those things because I had to. The realm was more important than a stain on my soul. The lives of hundreds of thousands of fae were more important than my father’s. I’d weighed those things against each other and made my decisions accordingly. One fae was not more important than all fae. So when they’d called me Serpent, I’d gladly stepped into that role. The snake who had helped create the world, then tried to destroy it. The betrayer. It had pushed back my father’s death, made it something ordained by fate. It had made me a villain not to be
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