[ a beat... she thinks about this and just. takes a very big breath, letting it out slowly as she gazes at one of the windows of the church. these things on their skin aren't easy to talk about, but she thinks about it, and she decides maybe... maybe it's worth it. ]
I'll tell you a story. My father. He was a big name priest back in Prehevil... performed all kinds of old rituals and rites to try and earn favor with the old gods.
[ she slowly rubs at her knuckles. ]
It's tradition, for a dark priest's first born son to take on his mantle, and all of those rites and rituals, hoping for gods steeped in pain to gaze upon them. [ a pause ] ... But my mother wasn't into that kind of thing. Don't know why my father married her - maybe just to secure an heir.
[ the words elongate, shift, twist, still the same just bigger, worse, up her arms like fetid roots. ]
She gave birth to a son, and she lied to my father. Said that she had born him a daughter instead. And she raised me just like that. He's called me a traitor and a coward for abandoning "his ways", but... I'd rather see death than become some bug-eating misanthrope that'd sell my own flesh and blood to hell for just a sliver of power.
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[ a beat... she thinks about this and just. takes a very big breath, letting it out slowly as she gazes at one of the windows of the church. these things on their skin aren't easy to talk about, but she thinks about it, and she decides maybe... maybe it's worth it. ]
I'll tell you a story. My father. He was a big name priest back in Prehevil... performed all kinds of old rituals and rites to try and earn favor with the old gods.
[ she slowly rubs at her knuckles. ]
It's tradition, for a dark priest's first born son to take on his mantle, and all of those rites and rituals, hoping for gods steeped in pain to gaze upon them. [ a pause ] ... But my mother wasn't into that kind of thing. Don't know why my father married her - maybe just to secure an heir.
[ the words elongate, shift, twist, still the same just bigger, worse, up her arms like fetid roots. ]
She gave birth to a son, and she lied to my father. Said that she had born him a daughter instead. And she raised me just like that. He's called me a traitor and a coward for abandoning "his ways", but... I'd rather see death than become some bug-eating misanthrope that'd sell my own flesh and blood to hell for just a sliver of power.