Blackwater Islands Rebirthing

as the queen obeyed the command set forth for her by god, the spirits gathered. they whispered their hunger, their lust, sang praise in the name of the prophet and her promised queen.

the listener leaned close, thin muzzle brushing the scarlet fur at the cheek of the queen's votive. in a flurry of teeth and blood she lashed out, shredding one delicate ear in spite of the pain that lanced through her own skull. a low hum rang out from beyond the otherworld; the unnamed god's murmur of disapproval. but there was love in it. love, and understanding.

for it was her god who had cursed her so, to suffer forever under this bloodlust she could never sate.

wake, sinner. wake and know your true god, the prophet hissed, and withdrew. her eyes found the sunfire, glittering with dark magick.

listen. do you hear them? do you hear the spirits? they are singing your name, queen. your true name, given to you by the unnamed god.

could she hear it?