Sun Mote Copse bitter melodies turning your orbit around

it was natural to want to love one's children, and to protect them -- but the priestess was a hardened servant of molech. she swept her gaze up to asherah, and while the empathy was gone from her sharp features there was no contempt to be found.

"molech's mercy is not a given -- it is something we pray and sacrifice for. molech's wrath can be appeased by offering your first child; our priestesses scry from their ceremonies the Chosen, and those chosen must be committed to the all-consuming will of molech. it is done before the child's eight moon -- in the light of molech. those children never know anything but love and light, and we are the unlucky ones."