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Ascension, not death. Never death. Arachessen didn’t believe in death, only change. Just as the loss of our eyes didn’t mean the loss of sight, the loss of a heartbeat didn’t mean the loss of life.
I was, of course, happy to offer my goddess my eyes. Over the years, she’s taken my little finger on my left hand, too, and etched several scars into the skin of my abdomen. All gifts that I gave her freely, and it was an honor to allow my reverence for Acaeja to mark my flesh so permanently.
Super culty
“I’ve killed demigods,” he snarled. “Your death means nothing to me.”
That’s why the Arachessen preferred to recruit very young children. Clean slates. But at ten years old, my slate had been very, very dirty, and I never forgot that.
The House of Blood. When I was young, I met a man who was an idealist. A prince. My prince. And some wretched seer’s prophecy said that he would save the House of Blood from itself, and I believed in him.”
It’s septimus’s brother!
Yes, it was difficult to get the attention of a god. But this? This was enough. In fact, it was enough to get the attention of two.
