Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew
But any weight was bearable, when you bore it for love
*Mystery POV2*
I sat in my trophy room every afternoon. It brought me peace to see them lined up, orderly and without a spot of dust. Made them easier to count.
However, as it did each time, a persistent feeling of inadequacy eventually would possess me. All of this, it was taking too long! Millennia of hunting, of harvesting, and I had virtually nothing to show for it!
How very great my penance was for my early arrogance.
But any weight was bearable, when you bore it for love.
I calmed a bit as I contemplated my progress. I had grown in power; things were looking up, so to speak. I was no longer some apparition to be feared in the grasslands, I was a Doomsday engineer.
I had an unrivaled army under my control. And soon, I would have the two things I needed most. Surely not even the god of the dead would turn up its nose when I offered it the last remaining Soul of the Forest. And if it did, I would soon be able to offer it the largest cache of souls, from the greatest massacre in all of Creation’s history.
Everything now living in the Forest would die, and I would present the slaughtered as ransom for my beloved. No god would turn away from such an offering.
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4/15/17