Dygra
Kaisel will see nothing of the goddess of entropy, but he'll get the distinct feeling that she's smiling, all sharp teeth and dark delight. "Perhaps I was always inside you, boy, but you are only just realising it," she purrs, and if Kai is caring to watch, he'll see the cut on the side of his palm begin to seal itself up, leaving only a glimmer of scarlet in its wake. "There is so much potential to be unlocked inside you. Maybe you have not yet found a god with the right sort of key?"
Her laughter, low and sensuous, ripples along the walls like heat from a fire. "Do not think too hard," she advises, and the blood on the altar begins to drip upwards, as if to form a small, gravity-defying statuette in the shape of - you guessed it - Kaisel Ashborn. "You can appreciate all things with an open enough mind." Blood, chaos, indulgence, pleasure, death, sweetness; nothing is off limits.
Her laughter, low and sensuous, ripples along the walls like heat from a fire. "Do not think too hard," she advises, and the blood on the altar begins to drip upwards, as if to form a small, gravity-defying statuette in the shape of - you guessed it - Kaisel Ashborn. "You can appreciate all things with an open enough mind." Blood, chaos, indulgence, pleasure, death, sweetness; nothing is off limits.
