{red lips and hands, black heart, & blue blood}

she was born for power, for the authority that tips her chin up and clings to her skirts, for the stares that hold a mix of fear and awe. She is a storm to those who incur her wrath. She will prevail. As soon as you think you’ve won, she will rise again, and no gods you hold will be able to save you. She will grip your heart, and it will turn black in her hands.

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