Sun Mote Copse pearldust

The children sacrificed to Molech were the lucky ones. They felt no pain, no loss, no suffering. They died before they even knew that they had lived. Wherever they went afterwards, their purity would ensure that they would exist in favor and comfort. Thus had Ragna come to terms with the illidu-dam. Were she the mother- and never would she be a mother- it might have hurt more. Eshamun's milk thick scent was a reminder of what was not there, what could have been. There could have been laughter and joy in these times, instead they were silent, sacred days.

Ragna watched as reverence dawned on Giana and wondered what had been the single aspect that cemented Giana's loyalty to the god. For Ragna it had been the kurgarru. Was it the free-breeding? Was it the benevolence of Molech or their judgement? She wondered but did not ask, a mere witness to the conversion.