DELPHiA
"You had years with Lusea. You loved her wholly. And those years are over. She is beyond you, resting in peace, loved by Mort, and she does not mourn your absence in her eternal existence." her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke.
"It is not an act, and it does mean nothing, in the end. You forget to whom you speak, follower of Safrin." she said dryly, glancing at his tattoo but clearly unimpressed. "I am the daughter of Mort, the god that is the only reason you think you know love. It was his gift to mankind. I have known his love my whole life, and that which you insist is his divine gift is nothing more than a lie to soothe your broken soul." she said, ever emotionless despite the sharpness of her words.
"Many times now, you have used the dead as an excuse. Many times, you have used the word 'love' to coax these bandages to soothe you, conflating love with comfort, then demanding pity. You take my father's gift and the names of the dead and use it like nooses to strangle life from your victims - an incubus walking amongst the living." As she spoke, her form began to decay, the smell of death wafting on the breeze. "And still you dare stand before the child of Mort, defiant in your ignorance, claiming to love." Her head shook slowly, and as it did, pieces of flesh fell from her bones, dissipating into smoke. "Why should I bestow you with words of healing, when you are the one allowing your soul to fester?"
"It is not an act, and it does mean nothing, in the end. You forget to whom you speak, follower of Safrin." she said dryly, glancing at his tattoo but clearly unimpressed. "I am the daughter of Mort, the god that is the only reason you think you know love. It was his gift to mankind. I have known his love my whole life, and that which you insist is his divine gift is nothing more than a lie to soothe your broken soul." she said, ever emotionless despite the sharpness of her words.
"Many times now, you have used the dead as an excuse. Many times, you have used the word 'love' to coax these bandages to soothe you, conflating love with comfort, then demanding pity. You take my father's gift and the names of the dead and use it like nooses to strangle life from your victims - an incubus walking amongst the living." As she spoke, her form began to decay, the smell of death wafting on the breeze. "And still you dare stand before the child of Mort, defiant in your ignorance, claiming to love." Her head shook slowly, and as it did, pieces of flesh fell from her bones, dissipating into smoke. "Why should I bestow you with words of healing, when you are the one allowing your soul to fester?"
Spoiler Alert: Everybody Dies
