We are all of us, gods and mortals, made up of many pieces, some of them broken, some of them scarred, but none of them the total sum of who we are.
R.L. LaFeversThe body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.
R.L. LaFeversAnd just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am -- Death's justice.
R.L. LaFeversYou love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.
R.L. LaFevers... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.
R.L. LaFeversAnd so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.
R.L. LaFeversWhen he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.
R.L. LaFeversWhenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Deathโs handmaidens.
R.L. LaFeversHis divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.
R.L. LaFevers