a perfect soul

”He would be even more cranky if he knew what I am about to tell you. There is a reason I woke him.” Ludo says, though its eyes never leave the baby in its arms. Mateo is growing and changing, but even though the two men’s imaginations might be good (and their dream magic considerable), this should not be. And yet it is. ”Sweetling, I am going to give you a gift. In exchange, you are going to keep a terrible, terrible secret for me.” Smiling sweetly to Mateo, the god with the healer’s face runs a gentle finger across the baby’s cheek. ”This is our first step together, you and I. This begins the moment where you understand how allegiances are made and broken. And how important it is, that we play these games. You have only one chance to turn your back on this. Choose wisely. Will you hear what I have to say?” LUDO she's still here if you believe it hard enough