I wore a path around my scrying fountain as I watched Helemoira sleep. I knew that she was safe, but after what took place in Adhmad Dé at the foot of my statue, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

She was the sum of everything I held dear, she made me feel as if I were God of Everything and Nothing. For, at her feet, I was truly nothing.

Obviously, what transpired had not been my intention at all. But when she brought me my offering, I couldn't contain myself. I ...