7 Bookmarks by KareValgon
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“Names have power,” the god examines them passively, the claw on his thumb playing idly with the bell on their collar. “Why do you believe it is that you cannot recall your own, vessel?”
The One Who Waits can feel ten different emotions crashing over them at once, and for a moment the careful construction of their features breaks under the weight of despair.
Interesting. It is knowledge the host of divinity should already be privy to, as an extension of his own will. The death of identity in service of a higher power is something few will ever have the privilege to experience, not even his past vessels were granted such a right.
Admittedly, none of his former vessels came to him in death. Sacrifices must be made, and made willingly, to build the trust and steadfast devotion needed for his ultimate freedom. The Chained God knows now he’s been too lenient, but such oversights will be corrected shortly.
This next part he wants to savor.
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When an American pilot is shot down into her garden, Yor Briar has two choices: leave him to the Schutzstaffel, or risk everything she holds dear to save his life.
She chooses the second.
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Something goes wrong. The crown is split during Narinder's defeat, splitting the power between him and the Lamb.
Narinder keeps a portion of his godhood, and the Lamb finds that abilities they had access to before are no longer possible: Healing is cut short. Powers are halved. And there is a very real chance of perma-death, as the ability to resurrect is not possible without full power, and the God of Death is not cooperative.
Afterlife and Purgatory are not options either. Dying means erasure. Gone.Lambert knows Narinder grows stronger by the day, crown or not, and yet keeps him spared as they try to figure out how to complete their own goals. Narinder vows vengeance on the lamb for usurping him. After a few unsuccessful murder attempts, he's in for the long haul. It is only a matter of time before the Lamb's guard is down before he can strike, and The One Who Waits is very patient. When a mystic being demands they save the bishops from purgatory, an alliance is in order.
Except...the lamb's actions and their presence begin to unlock abilities within the God of Death he didn't know he had prior to his imprisonment, among other fickle things, like emotions. The prophecy didn't warn him of that part.
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- Part 1 of The Rehabilitation Of Death
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The masquerade was Kallamar’s idea, funny enough.
The Lamb took to the idea like a moth to flame. Which is surprising given their distaste of the Bishops, though Narinder finds it less so when the Lamb brings up the idea of transforming the event into a game. A Murder Mystery, even. Good for the faith, they said.
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Look how soft you’ve become, Agent Twilight.
Twilight suddenly pulls back; that wretched voice dragging him back to the shackles of his dismal reality. The reality that this woman wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a pawn to him. Stop denying the inevitable. She’s keeping a secret, and you know it.
Hurt immediately floods Yor’s starlit eyes. “Why did you stop?” she whispers, plump lips slightly swollen. “Did I…did I do something wrong?”
She doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve to be touched with his filthy hands, to be kissed by a liar’s tongue. But she sighs underneath his renewed desperation, her voice calling out a name he’s grown to resent. The raised scars on her thighs scrape against his palms.
Damn it all.
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The hotel is thriving with the hustle and bustle of wayward souls. As co-
conspiratorowner, Alastor is inordinately pleased.The only issue that he has with the sudden surge in popularity stems from the source of it, or the conundrum known as Angel Dust. Unable or unwilling to wrap his mind around the porn star’s apparent magnetism, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
For research purposes.
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As a last ditch attempt at luring potential
victimsclients to the hotel, Charlie suggests an outlandish idea: advertisement. And not the audio broadcasting type, either.Promotional merchandise.
Having been saddled with this seemingly insurmountable task, the Radio Demon temporarily joins forces with the only sinner suited for the job: Angel Dust. As the promotion takes on a life of its own, Alastor finds himself gradually warming to the idea.
And to something else entirely.