Page 137 of An Empress of Air & Chaos

However, it was a fate that the Gods had aligned for her. She sneered, as she wiped the droplets with her hand and smiled at the kingdom below.

But she didn’t align her allegiances with the light Gods.

No, no. A carnal cackle escaped her throat. She didn’t side with those Gods like the rest of the Witching world did. She did not favour Rhiannon, Uttara, Thorin, and Vanadey. They had abandoned her a long time ago.

Or maybe she had abandoned them.

They were no longer her Gods.

Her loyalties were with a Darker God. Some may call him the devil. Others called him the Dark One.

The Darkened.

The King.

And soon, this world would know it.

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