There's a legend among the people that a god must be slain.
Everyone says gods are worshipped and praised. That's certainly true, except when it comes to me.
I am like a rat crossing the street, seen through the eyes of others as a blood-mouthed, loathsome creature with insatiable desires.
No one thinks I am beautiful or abundant, like a feast worthy of anticipation.
Except him.
Miss sister, I love you more and more5555