even if it's a false god

full moon rising on the waters of my soul

”Yes, I was human for some of the time, though, strictly speaking, I was always something more than that. I guess you’re right that I knew what it was like to be human. But the times I wasn’t more than made up for it.” Sure, Amun was being technical, but it was kind of an important point. However, as The Voice continued speaking, he could find himself relenting somewhat. Stiffness and pride and clinging to a losing battle wasn’t like him: he was like the water that had birthed and sustained him, going with the flow, moving around obstacles instead of standing against them. And while the goddess wasn’t an obstacle, his own feelings were.

So he let go of the resentment. He was here, and there was no going back, except maybe with The Voice’s help. While he wanted to ask what she meant by him not being immortal (since it seemed that Wessex’s information about the Ascended and The Voice might be a bit off), that seemed less important than the goddess’ words about being more than he once was, about being beautiful in this new form. And then she proffered her wrist.

Amun would try pretty much anything once. And this might be a once in a lifetime in a lifetime opportunity. So he stepped forward, hoping to take The Voice's wrist in gentle hands and sink his fangs into it. If it worked, he would drink as deeply as she'd let him.

amun

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