?My name is whispered and I jerk my head at it. The whistling begins and I stamp it down.Not right now.
?Except it is right now because I’m speaking about it. Cursed fucking fate.
?I slice my tongue over my teeth and glare around the room. “Forgotten God of Blood Moons.”
?That presence hitches and a silence makes the room just slightly chillier.
?“There was a goddess who hated Syngenia the Blood Witch because she was fated to five, one of them being a primordial. The goddess didn’t believe it was fair because she was only fated to one and she believed she was higher than Syngenia. So the goddess killed her but Syngenia’s spirit was cursed to remain on the land where her body was slain.”
?I gesture around the room and another presence hums.
?“The goddess was infuriated even more by that, and then years later Syngenia’s daughter, the First Vampyr found her fated. Five of them, all powerful, and two of them primordials. And when Syngenia the First Vampyr gave birth to a God, thegoddess became obsessed with their demise. It only was made worse when Syngenia was able to bring Sanivin back from the dead and turned her immortal.”
?I lightly grin as I stare up at the ceiling. My blood filling my mouth and I swallow the sweet liquid.
?“And the absolute worst of all for the goddess, a piece of Syngenia the Blood Witch’s soul was reborn in Sanivin. That was when the goddess turned her sights on the girl and wished for her to be forgotten instead of dead. For to be forgotten is a fate worse than death.
?“So when the goddess sent her fated to try and make Sanivin forgotten, her twin brother killed the primordial.”
?Varian shakes his head. “You said in class today a god cannot kill another god.”
?“Yes,” I agree, “but the primordial who tried to make Sanivin forgotten was not a god. He was Desmityros, the first and only Primordial Devil.”
?Castiel goes still. “That would mean the goddess was Hessenti, Goddess of Shapeshifters and Runes.”
?I nod. “Yes. Although, Sanivin’s twin could have killed him himself because Desmityros technically wasn’t a god, he chose to kill him using Sanivin’s help. That’s why she was given the name Godskiller. Her magic was being able to make something that could allow a god to kill another god. A red flower that is a true killer of all.
?“After Hessenti found out about it, her wrath for Sanivin and their bloodline corrupted. That was the beginning of the War of Gods. Primordials took sides and brought their fight to Miy. And for a millennium they waged their war. It only endedwhen Hessenti created a written fate. But instead of a death blow, it was to make the Godskiller forgotten.”
?I huff as I shake my head and wonder about the carelessness with the gods. All four of them slightly narrow their eyes at me as they watch me curl a mocking smile.
?“Written fates are complex because something other than fate is trying to make a fate. Mistakes can happen. Those writing a death blow have tells, those writing any other fate can have typos. You have to be clear and precise with your words. Otherwise larger mistakes can happen. Hessenti only specified the nameGodskiller. Sanivin’s twin technically killed gods, so to protect his sister he wrote that he was a Godskiller and he was made to be forgotten instead of Sanivin.
?“That was when Aora and Genifer used their blue flame to create a veil between the Primordials and this plane of existence. Imprisoning the gods because they believed it was better to have nothing to pray to than to risk another war as detrimental as this.
?“When they died a silence fell over Miy for the first time in a millennium and one being from each race of those who fought came together where the Twin Flames fell to ensure they entered an era of peace. That was when the Willow of Lore was created. And in her grief from the loss of her twin, Sanivin who was trapped on this plane, consumed blue belladon to ensure if the veil was ever broken there would be no war over her.”
?It’s a sad story to say the least. All because the bitch was jealous.
?Thorne catches my attention for no real reason other than the fact that he is peering at me in a way that reminds me of his father. Like he’s trying to make a puzzle piece fit.
?“Are you Sanivin reincarnated?”
?The world holds its breath for a moment and I accompany it. For a moment I let myself wonder. Contemplating.
?But I shake my head. “I’m not.” And I look directly at Varian, letting him hear the truth of my words. “I’m only a descendant of Syngenia.”
?They all nod and then Callahan asks, “So what do you have to do with the prophecy?”
?“The prophecy is about Sanivin’s twin. About the Forgotten God of Blood Moons.” The room goes quiet again from those two presences. “In the famous Prophecy of Old it says turning the burning sun into bloodred gold. Everyone thought the words meant an actual sun in the sky, but it was talking about a mother’s child. A son.”
?I sit up, partly because my butt is beginning to go numb, but to mainly pull my hair over my shoulder. The sapphire blue and rosy pink ends vibrant even in the low lighting around the room.
?“He was the first and only god to wield blue flame. An aura so powerful it was visible. Flickering like his blue flames, alwaysburning. He is the burning son. And that dead prophecy, as you called it, was about him finally being remembered. Making him remembered and then ending his life so he may find peace with his mother and sister. The only way to do that is to turn his blue, burning aura, to gold. You do that by his red blood, and you kill him by his blood, as the gods can only be killed by their blood without that gods-killing flower.
?“That’s why it’s the damnation of the red son instead of burning. His damnation is his death, the death of a god, and he will not be burning when he is killed.”
?I flip my damp hair back over and I wonder if they’ll ask about the pink.
