the nuances of his plan. She stared at him, unblinking.
Finally, when his coffee was done, the dregs dark at the
bottom of the cup, he leaned forward to place it carefully
on the edge of the glass and chrome monstrosity of a
coffee table, then raised his gaze to hers.
“The taking of the innocent life is merely a means
to the end. It is the blackening of another’s darksoul,
one already dipped in fetid rot, that is the goal, Djeserit.
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The killer kills the innocent, and then another and
another, until we have layered a soul so thick with tar
and rot that a soul reaper cannot help but notice. One
will come to ensure the monster’s darksoul is carried
to Sutekh. It will be a morsel too delicious to ignore.”
He said nothing of the prophecy, or the blood. That was
the most delicious morsel of all. The soul reaper’s
blood, to be mixed with that of a Daughter of Aset. And
the god would live again.
A slow smile lit Djeserit’s face. If ever a woman
ought not smile, it was Djeserit Bast. Lines creased her
cheeks and the pouches beneath her eyes puffed and
crinkled. Not attractive in the least.
“Kill the killer.” She leaned forward on the opposite
couch, engaged now, excited. “Really, you surpass
yourself Pyotr. The plan is quite lovely. Did you have
someone in mind?”
The Underworld, the Territory of Osiris
“DAE…”
“Too late to argue.”
