Chapter Sixteen
God of Night
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The strain is too much to bear, the call of fate nearly impossible to resist. Gods, how I hunger, how I need. It’s my last conscious thought before I succumb to the curse and the beast bursts from my skin, driven only by its mindless, monstrous inhumanity.
And then I am no more.
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