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“Shezmu,” the red eyes seek his curiously over the intricate herbal patterns, “God of blood and wine.”

And of butchering! The princess Mereith would not forget her studies. Shezmu, one of the only Gods with the power and want to dismantle other deities.

“A curious name for your mother to bestow,” she levies and leans back upon her haunches. Perhaps she should rid herself of him then and there, for he was admitting dangerous worship of a dual-faced God!

And yet, the princess could only gaze ahead, thoroughly coiled in the intrigues of the mysterious coyote-man.

“We will make an offering to Shezmu as well,” was her denouement, smile growing upon her face.