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𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬
Loyalty.
It's a simple philosophy of virtue, worn thin by the world.
In his hands, it is sacred-
A creed carved in blood and obedience.
A faith sharpened by order, tempered in the fire of command.
Trust is demanded- forged beneath the weight of discipline,
Bound by the concept of duty.
But in hers, those words are fables-
Tales spun by desperate men to keep obedience alive.
Loyalty's a language of the desperate- spoken loudest by those too afraid to stand alone.
Trust is a fool's game for those who've never bled.
And right is wrong, wrong the only right in the chaos she was made for.
They were born to opposite sides of the same war- two souls carved from a single wound,
destined to bleed for different flags.
They were meant to ruin each other quietly.
Ruin.
Ruin.
Ruin and call it mercy.
Call it duty.
Never to find warmth in the ashes they made.
Never to seek solace in what was made to destroy, what was meant to bring death.
But fate... fate has never cared for intention-
It placed his oath at the mercy of the woman he was trained to destroy,
Placed her wrath in the hands of the only man who could ruin it. Steal her fury. Quiet her rage. Unravel the reason she drew breath.
And he truly meant to do it-
Every bit of it.
Meant to ruin,
To steal,
To quiet,
Unravel.
He meant to bring justice,
Bring justice and strike down a woman born of vengeance until fate intervened once more-
Until, somewhere between the hunt and the havoc, he forgot to destroy and learned to worship instead.
But worship's not enough to blunt her truth- hungry dogs are never loyal- not even to the palm they once adored.
And even the devout, in the end, turn on their gods.
𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...