❝ can you hear me ? ❞
╰ AMERICAN GODS EP. 02 * - OPEN
TERROR suited her. Her pale round face adorned with an equally pale collar made it seem as if the young maiden before him was a heavenly sight. An angel in despair was a DELICACY to the likes of him, for beauty without HORROR was mundane. And what sights Edith carried within her. She had seen and learned so much in so little time ; God rarely did spare the KNOWLEDGEABLE. Women of intellect and power were not welcome in his KINGDOM. And how odd it must have felt to a woman as well read as Edith to be resorted to such MADNESS; staining her pretty dress with the filth of Black Phillip’s stall, asking questions to ANIMALS rather than PEOPLE . . . Loneliness often drove the human race to HUMILIATION. Luckily for her, Black Phillip was neither GOD nor MAN. He was something else entirely. The horned creature simply laid there, gazing at the misshapen angel with a blank stare. Edith had yet to fall from grace and not by Phillip’s doing. But if he could HOLD HER HAND throughout the gruesome journey yet to come, he would. His mouth did not open, and yet, the goat spoke. ❝ What dost thou want? ❞