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Click here"Diamond knows where the Life Giver is," Julia said to me as she kissed her daughter's head, "he's a human boy living in Drastin. He can create a new womb, and save Arbortus."
"That's great," I said, looking around at the forest that should be alight with Passion's glow, "but can he make a new Passion?"
"He can," Julia said, "but it will be dangerous for him to do. He might create a new Sentient if he fails."
"Is that what Passion was?" I asked.
"She was flesh and blood in some ways," Julia said, looking at the ash, "spirit in others, but she was no Sentient; Sentient's can't die."
Julia held her daughter closer, practically smothering Diamond in the embrace. I could see behind her emerald eyes, and she was barely holding it together. I was glad Diamond was with her now; Julia might've actually killed herself if she wasn't. Still, this wouldn't be an easy wound to heal. It might never heal, but I would do my best. I might be a selfish cunt, but I do know how to love.
"C'mon," I said, placing my hand on Julia's arm, "let's get out of here."
Excerpt from Arbitrus Gen's Journal, Chapter Fifteen, Page Two-hundred Seventy-one
As I close out this self-indulgent rumination of my past, I feel compelled to speak directly to you. Not to you, the reader, unless by chance the person reading this is a Heat Bringer. If time and circumstance have brought the two of us together in this moment across millennia, then I can only assume that it is the Holy Mother's work. I implore you, Heat Bringer. Do not make the mistakes I made. Do not dally in the illusion of love and happiness. These things are not meant for you. You have not been gifted like the Life Giver and the Earth Former; you have been chosen. Chosen to carry the heaviest of burdens. You are death, and you must embrace it. Your purpose is to kill, and you must understand it. Likely, by the time you are of the age that you can read this, you are already well-acquainted with your capacity to destroy. I am sorry for what you have gone through. I am sorry for who you have lost. I am sorry for the guilt that you carry. Remember in your darkest moments, what God always taught her followers. Pain is a healer. Pain makes us stronger. You will be the strongest of them all, Heat Bringer. You have to be to face what is coming.
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As someone who didn't mind the prolapses this might come as a surprise but you *really* should put some warnings in here. The breastfeeding stuff was a huge turnoff and i would've stopped reading if the plot wasn't this good.
I can understand why the character killed passion, but you straight up made me feel guilty about the way she died. I’m pretty sad now ):
All of your characters are so complex. It's impossible to tell who to root for and who to root against. The moral ambiguity is something you don't see very often in stories on this site. I love it.