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He saw it -- the brief flicker of desire lighting in her eyes before she turned away. She need not hide it from him. Such a thing was no crime. No sin against Molech had been committed. Though she turned from him, Ar-Khalba knew in this moment that his prize was secured. Soon, he would serve this woman the same as the sisters. She would prove herself to Molech in time, and then, when she was ready, she would be blessed with her season.

"Good," he muttered under his breath. All the while, a smile played across his handsome features.  

Her questions that followed were numorous. Khalba, being a well learned consort of the Malkaria believed it to be his duty to explain the best he could. Her inquiry into Molech's vengeance was of the utmost importance, as it knew no bounds. "Molech is a vengeful God. Yes," spoke the man. "But the one who consumes is fair." One would not inspire his vengeance unless there was good reason. "However," he continued, eyes trailing downward. "Those who have been cursed are fated to death. The faithful should not consort with those who are followed by Molech's eye."