I am the Master,
the one true god.
The firewater be my child,
my book of creation.
It is a song in my heart,
and it shall answer only one call
The blood of my blood.
Far and wide you may search,
Long and hard you may build.
But be recreated it cannot,
nor replicated,
nor destroyed.
Only Remade.
Death is only the beginning.
From Stella I was born,
from Luna,
Sapientia,
Ignis,
And the Liar.
I am male and female,
everything and nothing.
I am heaven and earth
Body and spirit.
The rainbow,
the blood of the soul,
the fiery and burning water.
I am…”
For a long while, only the crackle of the fire filled the silence.
And then the book vanished from right under Loren’s elbow, her arm clunking to the table.
“I guess that solves that,” she grumbled.
