Chapter Fifty-Eight

The earth trembled as you passed by,

Turning everything sacred as you walked.

And you set your blue eyes upon me for the first time,

speaking at me with the depth of the night

...like a nightingale who doesn't need its wings to fly.

What a blessing it is to be worthy of your look.

I have seen rain on the desert,

and all impossible things coming true.

All of my prayers carry your name.

I wish to be pure so that I can desire you.

Take me as you will.

Your Slave.

The sense of betrayal caused boiling tears to glisten in Isaac's eyes, and he kept them low as he leaned to whisper the sacred words he had deciphered, confirming what Babi had thought.

He had strained his mind and heart to try and think of another way, biding his time until the other Gods could find their own solution. But it had been for nothing.