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October 20 - November 6, 2025
maybe even as tall as the Primal of Death was.
And maybe I had become nothing more than a flesh-and-blood weapon.
“What truly scares you, liessa?”
“But all of them mean something beautiful and powerful.”
Animals didn’t judge. They didn’t care about worthiness. They didn’t choose to use or hurt another. They simply lived and expected to either be left alone or loved. That was all.
“Pervert.”
“Still no fear, Your Grace?”
“I’m likely to say something that would make you forget that one decent bone in your body.”
“Are you always this violent?”
“But then you kicked the Hunter, and I was…well, I felt something, all right.”
But I had been given a gift now—a beautiful, useful, and wholly unexpected one. And it had been a god who’d given it to me. Ash.
“I am Nyktos, ruler of the Shadowlands, the Primal of Death.”
“So afraid you pissed yourself. Do you regret your actions?”
“My blood lets you feel my emotions when I’m not around you?”
There was a tightening in his expression. “Only if they’re extreme. And what you felt was extreme.”
“My enemies will become yours.”
It’s about making sure you do not meet the same fate as my mother.”
“Because I can’t seem to stop myself, even though I know better. Even though I know I’ll probably end up hating myself for it. Even though you will probably end up hating me.”
“I know one thing, liessa. A monster wouldn’t care if they were one.”
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to feed from you, and I’m going to fuck you while I do it,”
“Don’t forget, Sera. You are not afraid. You may feel fear, but you are never afraid.”
“You are the heir to the lands and seas, skies and realms. A Queen instead of a King. You are the Primal of Life.”
