She was supposed to be a sacrifice. Now I’d rather burn the world than let her go.
I buy her because the Serpent demands blood. Not innocence. Not softness. Terror. But when I bind her to my altar, she doesn’t scream. She looks me in the eye — and silences the god in my head.
Without pain, I’m nothing. Without magic, I’m prey.
And yet I kneel for her. I starve for her. I beg to keep her close.
Because when I lose her, the screaming comes back. The priests say she’s a Purna. A soul-breaker. They order me to carve out her heart. But I’ve already carved her name into mine.
I won’t sacrifice her. I’ll sacrifice everything else.
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