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Half-gods bleed gold, that’s a given.
The demigods are on the brink of extinction.
The Blood Knight has killed me in twenty-time loops—a cruel curse that I’ve found myself trapped in.
Vines of ivy grow along the windowsills, thanks to the knights who are descendants of Ceres, the Goddess of Agriculture. The presence of a child of Ceres alone springs life to any dwelling that is unlikely to have it. Most of the demigods are uncertain of who our parents are until we start to show signs of our gifts.
I want to do something besides fight and train to no avail.
But you can only die so many times before all of your hope is stolen away.
It would’ve been nice if I had the ability like the children of Apollo, God of the Sun. They can light small areas as if they themselves are lanterns.
Only a select few of the demons are known to drink the blood of demigods.
His eyes linger on my long silver hair.
I believe I am a daughter to the Goddess of Fertility, Venus.”
An heir of Venus is considered of the rarest demigod blood, above royalty even, for the sole fact that she could conceive offspring easily.
Kalel’s amber eyes find me over his shoulder and the softness in them flickers as the muscles in his jaw feather. “I wish it wasn’t you, little godling.”
The sacred oath is a power all beings with holy blood hold to make with another willing party. It’s used when trust needs to be established. Both individuals must have the desire for the bond, or it won’t work. It will tie his life to mine, so he can trust me not to try to kill him. If I die, he’ll be fine, but I can’t hurt him.
“You know, you really are such a pretty little thing for being so vile. Far more broken and ignorant than I thought you’d be. Tell me, have you heard of me?”
“If hurting me will soothe the pain that wreaks havoc in you, then hurt me, Kalel. You’ll find there’s not much left inside me that can be broken.”
“Devourers are the few breeds of demon that are immortal.
Why are all beasts of this world after our holy blood?
It’s not even a question for me. I can’t let her die.
A will-o’-the-wisp? I’ve heard tales of them and how they flourish out here in the Eastern plains, leading souls to their doom or salvation.
He will kill you. He was born to kill all half-gods. It’s been written in the stars, and this is your only warning.” Mercury’s words weigh my shoulders down and make my stomach curl with dread.
“It is a peculiar curse, isn’t it? Powerful. Only a deity can cast one like that, I would think.”
Those are the moments that shape us the most, aren’t they? The pain. Suffering. You can’t truly relate to something unless you experience it for yourself.
“Alira, peace bringer and a dragon tamer!”
She chose to stay. She chose me.
Feeding is always intimate with her. It has never been like this with anyone else, but it is with her.
“I wanted to be a dressmaker. I would change my decision if I could.”
I’m only the most revered knight because he sends me out on every battle, hoping I’ll perish.

