Two Eyes Cenote help, I’m alive, my heart

Royalty.

An obedient dog, utensil, she laid herself straight, and hid her face between her arms.

”Good, my Queen. ‘Ana ‘akun..” Her tail had fixed itself to a neat tuck. “Tired. I ready— soon, to repay.”

No holy-born. But she did not know that. Did not know right. Did not know wrong. Did not know purity. Did not know sin. She only saw. Her legs that night demanded her to kneel before them.
To inevitable and the striking palm of Fate.
Legend felt what was also the strange pull of love for the horror it gave her. That made it beautiful in the imps mind. A feeling. Something to chase.

Toula, also, she knelt before.
Legend was sure she was in trouble.