Blackwater Islands shadowkiss

her son. the listener swelled with fierce pride.

i am very displeased with your father. he has become... quite blind in his middle age,

perhaps you and i will enlighten him, hm? her voice was fond, her gaze warm upon her son. we will be in the neighborhood, after all.

do you know the taste of death? her son; certainly he did, or would soon, for it was the wispmother's tainted blood in his veins, and the listener's darkness at the heart of him. he was made for death. made for divinity. made for perfection.