“He is one of them, yes. And many others on his side.”
I groan, covering my eyes with my hands. “And if we fail at finding the Binding and he gets his hands on me, I’m the only living being with a tie to that creation. Would the Messenger even care about the beings tied to them?”
“They’ve never been given the opportunity to truly care, but I would say yes, they care very much about you. Just like all the Beginning and Domain Gods are supposed to care about those who come from them.”
“Yeah, but barely any of those assholes really do. Who’s to say this being isn’t a selfish ass as well?”
Hell, maybe not even selfish. Possibly vengeful, angry. I would be if I wascreated and all my counterparts hated me, but I was still responsible for giving them messages to help them.
“You know, Thayla, the Messenger is a very powerful being who both receives and relays messages. They are capable of doing that to more than just the Valories.”
He starshoots away, leaving us with an echoing hoot that infuriatingly sounds like a laugh.
“Was he just cryptically trying to tell me to pray to this being?”
“Yes, I believe he was,” Amick says.
“He better find some better sage advice.”
Kyzen chuckles into my hair and lays a kiss on my cheek. “You don’t have to pray to anyone you don’t want to pray to.”
“You don’t have to pray, but you sure can worship me if you want, little burden.” Riven grunts when Kyzen elbows him, but I can’t help the smile that crosses my face.
It’s been far too many hours since he’s said something funny.
“That was rude,” he croaks the words out as he tries to take a deep breath. His arm crosses over Kyzen and his hand grips my wrist. “If you aren’t going to worship one of us, it’s night-night time. I can’t hold my eyes open any longer.”
I inhale sharply as his harmony floods my system and my body completely relaxes into the mattress.
Four murmured good nights float through the air and I groggily reply as my eyelids grow heavy. I might not be able to see as they shut fully, but I swear to you, the weight of four different hands presses into me somewhere.
I smile and a delicious thought runs across my mind before it’s wiped away by the fact we have to wake up tomorrow and start this taurnshit hunt all over again.
“Messenger, being, person, if you can hear me, a sign would be nice. I kind of have more important things to focus on, aka my Valtrue, than some asshole Gods Binding.”
Creed
28
I crane my neck back, running my hands down my face as I look up at the stars.
These are different than the ones we see in the Godsdawn.
They’re even smaller than the ones we saw in Darlander.
Lights beaming from structures across Edistoia interfere with how bright they shine. It’s like the beings here believed that if they built their buildings high enough, it’d get them closer to the Valories.
All they did was block their access even more.
There was a time I could confidently say I wanted to be anywhere but Godsden.
Whether it be the Godsdawn, the heart of the region, Hellveilious, or the Abandon.
Four days in the lower regions, and I can honestly say I’m ready to go the fuck back home.
Oddian was the most monumental shit show and waste of time.
It was an awful reminder to Thayla and a one-time chance for the rest of us to see a foreign barrier that none of us clearly understand or care to ever see again.
