This one has a hatred barely stapled down by fear. Hate of God and all that He deems good and just. No doubt there's a reason. It doesn't really occur to her that it's not the same God, though even she can see that this sect is truly very bizarre. She watches him, carefully, her eyes a deep purple that don't belong to her. She supposes she did start casting, didn't she?
And beyond that, there's something more. Something dangerous.]
Sounds like you're speaking from experience. Well, I do love a good tragic backstory.
They believe He's perfect. That doesn't mean anything. Power lies where people believe it lies. It's one of the first lessons you learn when you're being groomed to rule.
[She rests her head against her skeletal hand, it's cold, and hard. It reminds her of home.]
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This one has a hatred barely stapled down by fear. Hate of God and all that He deems good and just. No doubt there's a reason. It doesn't really occur to her that it's not the same God, though even she can see that this sect is truly very bizarre. She watches him, carefully, her eyes a deep purple that don't belong to her. She supposes she did start casting, didn't she?
And beyond that, there's something more. Something dangerous.]
Sounds like you're speaking from experience. Well, I do love a good tragic backstory.
They believe He's perfect. That doesn't mean anything. Power lies where people believe it lies. It's one of the first lessons you learn when you're being groomed to rule.
[She rests her head against her skeletal hand, it's cold, and hard. It reminds her of home.]