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September 14 - September 23, 2025
“Memories, like hearts, can be stolen.”
“You won’t succeed in killing me, but it would be a vast improvement in skill.” “Maybe I can’t kill you, but I’ll find other ways to make you suffer.” “Trust me, your very presence is accomplishing that.”
“I crave power more than money, or blood, or lust. And there’s no greater power than choice. I’d lie for it. Steal, cheat, maim, and murder. If I could, I’d sell my soul again for it, witch.”
“Personal feelings about witches aside, finish the marriage bond with Emilia and secure your own House before war comes. You’ll need your powers at their fullest. Whoever is organizing this must have killed Pride’s wife.”
“Don’t you want to see me naked?” “I have.” “And?” “If you still want to rip your clothes off when we get home, we can discuss it then.”
Somewhere, in the distance, I thought I heard Wrath speaking. He was telling me a story about a witch. One day her heart had been ripped from her, not physically, but emotionally.
They were offerings for the goddesses to help guide a moon daughter back from darkness.
Adding orange blossoms and plumeria was a bit much—the sand would have done just fine for the earth portion of the ritual.
They weren’t meant for the ritual. They were for me. Their fragrance was the first bit of true pleasure I felt after mine had been stolen away.
“Wrath will never be the hero in your story. He’s carved from something other. In fact, he might be the biggest liar of us all.”
“Once he has collected his final soul, the curse won’t matter to him. He will have full power, and the ability to walk this realm freely without an anchor. He can either choose to stay in the Seven Circles and rule his royal House, or he can roam the earth until the end of days. Choice is powerful. And we princes do love our power.”
“Am I your prisoner now?” “No, but I’d be happy to toss you in a dungeon, if that’s what you’d like.”
“It allows you to summon the demon who placed it there without the use of an object that belongs to him. As long as the prince of Hell draws breath, nothing will prevent him from answering the summoning.”
He fell to his knees and began praying. I waited. But God didn’t show up. The goddess of death and fury did.
I wanted him to see my sister’s face, too.
