A Fire in the Flesh

I was the Primal of Life—the
true
Primal of Life.

The…the
Queen
of the Gods.

“My world.
My salvation.
My redemption.”

“Life is vicious.
When stolen, it can become the ruin of realms, a wrath that even Death will hide from.”

“And when you stabbed me?”

I…I’d stabbed him?

“I even felt alive then.”

What a strange man.

I smiled.

Someone was talking to me as I slept.

“Please,” he pleaded.
“Fucking Fates, I can’t lose you.
I can’t…I love you.
I do.
Fates, I do.
I fucking love you.
How can I not?
How can this not be love?”

“Don’t leave me.
Please.”

It was Ash, but he sounded different.

“I’m nothing without you,
liessa

“Get your fucking hands off my wife.”

I imagined it was because
Sotoria
had attempted to escape so many times—as he’d alluded to.