"There are many ways to godhood. One way is to kill all that is killable, so all that remains must be immortal. Another is the road I have walked." -youngdragoncrestring
‘behold, sister, the lie that makes itself true’ and other cool destiny sentences | accepting!
Heysel clicked her tongue, concentrated on spanning her crossbow. It’s a sound of noncommittal approval.
“Well, that’s… a way to see it, I suppose! So you’re a god now? We sure haven’t seen each other in some time, then! Terribly rude of you, however, to not invite me to your god-making feast. You know I like parties!”
Leona was an odd woman. Heysel had lived moderately long, and met many a weird person, and yes, she’d be the first to admit herself was no doubt eccentric in a manner or another, but Leona was a specific cut of strange. There was an incomprehensible, unpredictable quality to her character that kept Heysel tense, waiting and waiting always for something to happen, sudden and out of blue. Right now as well. Because she had no idea of what to do with the information she was giving her.
Heysel liked it best when she was the only unpredictable fiend in the room with a penchant for remorseless violence.
“Where’s your shrine, miss?” the Finger continued, cheerful, now placing the bolt to take aim at a distant figure slowly trudging through the swamp’s shallow waters. Her breath halted. One eye closed, her view narrowing to a focused point. “Just tell me and I’ll offer what you wish! I’ll be your priestess for a day only. For the humble… price… of… Now!”
A clack! followed. The protest of mechanisms in motion. The bolt whistled, cutting the air as it flew, fast and far --- and then struck the figure in the distance. The man screamed, flailing, agonizing.
“...What was I saying? Oh! Yes. Offerings! You’d be a goddess of what, now? Can’t pick offerings without knowing what you are the patron of! I mean, I think you now could be the goddess of anything really – not many gods remaining! No competition for you. Take your title and bolt. Haha! Bolt. Get it.”
She tapped her crossbow, meaningfully. The faraway man kept screaming.
“But also, lady goddess, I’m technically devoted to one already. I’m a taken woman, as you see. My apologies for leading you on – I’m a flirt like that. I have to go cut an offering, actually --- that poor guy’s lungs are going to give out, at this rate. Care to join me?”
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