WESSEX
“No, that’s a good question.” Bored with just fondling the apple, Wessex takes a small knife out from her boot and slowly proceeds to cut into it. “Here, it means more that people have dedicated themselves to a God and demonstrated their loyalty beyond a shadow of a doubt. And the Gods, in turns, have chosen to give us special abilities. Above and beyond what any normal person can achieve.” Sighing softly, she pauses. “Any objective person might call it a fancy leash, and in some ways it is. When you get used to that much power, the threat of punishment can be a huge deterrent, I imagine. But there are demigods who were born, too. Or made. Children of the Gods, though not all of their children are demigods.” Tilting her head briefly in consideration, Wessex quickly tacks on an addendum. “Though as arguably some of the most powerful people in Caido, we do do an unusual amount of monster slaying. Cool is relative, of course.” And at that, she flashes a fanged grin at Liliane, not deigning to comment on which of them might be considered ‘cool’ and which might not be.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
