SANGUINEX
The Aincent was in King's End, more specifically, she stood near the Shrine dedicated to Safrin. That was the deity's name, right? Safrin. The Aincent shrugged, bringing her flask up to her lips and gulped it down. It contained some kind of strong alcoholic drink from this modern age.
Why did she even come here? Oh, yes. Out of curiosity.
The aincent wasn't particularly a trustworthy person, nor did she give a shit about the gods... except Mother Dygra, of course. That was the only deity she really gave a fuck about.
The Aincent stood near the shrine, hesitating to get closer. Her fask in one hand and a drug infused joint in the other. She took a drag, inhaling the smoke into her lungs. Flicking the ash on the ground near the shrine, she looked around.
Was it disrespect to flick ash in a shrine dedicated to a Goddess? Sanguinex wouldn't know, her Goddess had no shrine afterall. The Aincent exhaled the smoke, it floated across the shrine, and took a sip of her drink.
Beautiful flowers surrounded the place, all healthy. Not a decaying or dead flower or plant in sight around the shrine. The stone alter was beautiful too.
She hummed.
"What a sacred holy place." Sanguinex drawled, taking a drag of her joint, and exhaling, flickering the ash onto the ground. "A shame there's no such place for Mother Dygra."
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