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“An ancient power…loosed…from thrall. Two worlds smothered…by a pestilent…pall.” The Lyverian mother’s words were broken by her dying breaths. “From the tree of rot…the insects…crawl. Decay and blight…unslain by steel…will bring…the strongest men…to kneel.”
Eyes of silver and deathly pale skin.
“How can I convince you that the only thing that could possibly force me away from you is death? And even then, I’d find a way to get back to you.”
“The baby who was thrown into sablefyre and lived to become a fierce assassin for the king.”
Those hands held the power to ruin him and gods be damned, he’d welcome it.
“If you’re a demon, then I would be punished for speaking with you. But…I would grieve the absence of your voice.”
“You do. Beneath your suffering lives a flame that cannot be extinguished. A strength that will not break. This pain is temporary, but what burns within you is everlasting.”
“I will never be worthy of your light, the purity of your heart, but I’m too selfish to spare you from this darkness I carry. Godsblood, I would follow you to the edge of existence and into the black void.”
“You’re a fate I never dared to dream, moon witch. The stars I was never meant to grasp. But seeing how this gluttonous world devours the unclaimed, I’m calling you mine.”
“My precious daughter. You were not meant to become a delicate flower, but the frost that wilts the vine. It is your strength in a world that seeks warmth and frailty in a woman. Steel your bones, and do not bend, or break to their will. Accept what you are and what you will become.”
The world could’ve burned and kingdoms fallen to ruins, but somehow this felt eternal and everlasting. A fusion of souls that transcended all else.
“I’ll never look upon them as a painful memory. Those wounds mark the first time my heart beat for something more. The first time I gave willingly.”
“I would call you the soft glow of moonlight in a pitch-black world. A prayer I never spoke aloud, but somehow the gods answered anyway. The strike of lightning I dare to behold without flinching.” His brow flickered as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “The reason I breathe.”
“Sweet child, it is not a simple blood magic that you possess. It is eldritch. Ancient. Yes, the power of a goddess.”
