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Kastian. It’s time to raise them.
Borvon? I’ve heard his voice a few times before in visions, and the last time I died… What does he mean,raise them?
Raise them all. Let me take over—we’re running out of time.
I shut my eyes, the tingling in my neck starting to crawl up my jawline until I’m numb, cold, and feeling Borvon rise from my consciousness. His aura brings new strength to our core.
Now—rise, slumbering bones of Tomorrow.
Wake up and fight for your goddess.
34
North
Isever the God of Death’s head clean from his body.
What a glorious feeling as his blood sprays at me. I can feel the hot slickness across my skin and I’m thriving in it. I pull my lips tightly in a smile and lick the blood in the corners of my lips and bend down to feast on Borvon’s blood. That silly blood-repulsion curse is pathetically easy to break—well, at least for a War God like me. The goddess’s body was weak from her lack of Eostrix intake. Stupid girl couldn’t even break a simple curse.
I’m doing her a favor by keeping her flesh.
Ruin—let there beruin. Rage, hate, despair, loss. All the things and all the trauma, feed it all to me. I want the humans writhing in it.
I stand, buzzing with the power that’s humming in my veins. I glance at the weak gods that have failed the realms. They’ve failed for centuries. One in particular looks familiar and I kick up my lips.
“Rune, is that you? I swore I heard you talking earlier. What happened to that nasty curse I put on you?God of Peace.Peace, my asshole. You live to spite me, don’t you.” He looks so desperate and broken. Why do all these gods loveherso much?
No matter—the more pain, the better.
I’m about to kill off the rest of them when the ground beneath me trembles. A fissure splits across the snow-covered fields and black steam bellows out from below.
My eyes widen. What power is this?
Kastian’s black aura snakes around his body and head like a shadowy spinal cord, joining them back together in a snap of death’s power.
I smile.
There’s Borvon, out to play.
“What took so long, Borvon? Such a weak little god you’ve become,” I taunt him, getting ready to use my full powers too, but then I see heads popping up from the crevice in the earth.
Ah, raising them? It won’t matter.
Borvon’s wings are perfect again. They’re coated in glossy black and gold-tipped feathers. His eyes are a darker blue and hold depth only the true God of Death had.
“North, of all the gods,youare the only one who won’t concede to the Rhythm. We must exist in harmony. Submit to the Life Goddess.”
I grit my teeth. What would he know?
“You are death, something that must come to pass. Peace and Life are greeted so easily by all because they are good and happy. What about war? What am I to do? My purpose calls to me, Borvon. Deep in my bones. I hear it ringing in my ears and I’ve been the only god to suffer the long, forlorn rest of Tomorrow. Never to be awoken again just for being myself.”
I shift my attention to the deceased creatures as they gather in the field. Does he really think this will work?
They are nothing, auraless. They’re dead.
Borvon smirks at me, reading me like a book as he always has. “They aren’t for you. They’re to reach her.”
Just as his words come out, I feel a sharp pain in my head. I fist my hair and scream as my knees hit the ground. She’s fighting, warring against me to regain her body.No—it’s mine. I’ve gone for centuries without one and I won’t give it back!
