No? And in that nothingness, did you not yearn for me? Did you not ache to feel the cradle of my arms, offering you their comfort in death? [ Eridanus coils like a feral beast, and in answer, Lucius only steps forward. At his sides, his arms do not lowerβbut now, chin tilted up, the posture seems abruptly one of challenge rather than the beckoning of an embrace. ]
There is nothing to be forgiven, Eridanus, [ he declares, the words low and absolute in their surety. ] You may be something far more precious than a mere whore, but I am your lord. The moment you pledged yourself to me, you surrendered all of yourself to my whims β or have you forgotten? Your life, and your death β all that you are is mine, to be given or taken as I please.
Besides, [ he says, and his tone shifts, light as the step he takes away, ] you shouldn't complain to me of endurance in death. I've heard talk of what death is like in this realm, and it is nothing.
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There is nothing to be forgiven, Eridanus, [ he declares, the words low and absolute in their surety. ] You may be something far more precious than a mere whore, but I am your lord. The moment you pledged yourself to me, you surrendered all of yourself to my whims β or have you forgotten? Your life, and your death β all that you are is mine, to be given or taken as I please.
Besides, [ he says, and his tone shifts, light as the step he takes away, ] you shouldn't complain to me of endurance in death. I've heard talk of what death is like in this realm, and it is nothing.