Haunted Wood the maw

rhadamanthus met her precious smile with one of his own—far less beautiful, but no less amicable. she would serve the lord well—for the gods have brought her to him for a reason, had they not? 

it was no coincidence, as he simply did not believe in them. head held high, his voice was a gentle and smoky rumble. "do you believe in fate, sister?" he inquired, casting a curious look her way. "nothing is done without purpose, without cause. you found my brother for a reason. the gods have a path for you to follow." 

and it was no coincidence that his beloved brother would bring such a devoted woman to stand before the god-caller. even he must feel it too, the thrum in the veins, the whisper of something reverent in the mind. something not quite there and fleeting to anyone else, perhaps, but to rhadamanthus? 

the voices of the gods were thunderous. 

gentle was his trek, as there was no rush, no worries. everything would fall into place. a design crafted by the hands of the divine, the trinity. "it is simple. you find these wayward souls that may not believe, and bring them into the light. prove our cause is worthy. and those who already follow the path of god?"

he trailed off with a knowing smile. "well, i have faith that you will guide them here. to me. to us." and together, they would build something beautiful.