𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

“ only one in particular — “

wings wrapping around her frame, bodies pressed against one another in a leathery cocoon. drolta chases her lips, eventually catching them with her own.

well

and against better judgement , he makes a light bow . hair partially falling over shoulder including the small braid . " of course not you , countess . but some are all too happy to spill secrets in their last hours . never you . "

"I don't need your respect, but I want to make it clear that this is not a common occurrence."

You have chosen to believe in a false narrative from a priestess who has lost her way . You are not the first nor the last to be doomed to that path . This is my duty ——— the life 𝘐 was chosen for is to help cleanse the world from your darkness .

“ it is freeing, empowering — like i could crush any man beneath my hooves. “ beckoning her closer with a clawed finger. “ do you like it? “