Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
The Grove of Epiphany blooms in reason, and rots in faith.
Anaxagoras, Chrysos Heir turned blasphemer, believes the gods are parasites of thought: feeding on worship, breeding ignorance. He speaks of Nous, the mind that orders all things without divinity.
Then she falls from the sky.
A divine woman with wings of glass and bone, bleeding gold across his sacred grove. Her voice is not language, but a hymn that shatters air. She does not understand him. She cannot.
Which makes her perfect.
She becomes his mirror, his confessional, his proof that heaven bleeds like everything else.
But the more he speaks to her, the more the hymn answers back. And somewhere between mercy and mutilation, the line between worship and hatred erodes.
He once asked the Coreflame of Reason: if God fell to earth, would we heal her, or dissect her?
He intends to find out.