Morrighan's Prophecy

Morrighan's Prophecy

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Ireland, 528 AD. Named as Celtic Goddess of War at birth, she was a dangerous and clever midwife - witch who slept with the two most powerful men in her time at the night of Samhain. One of them brought seeds of demon king, Balor the Evil Eye; conceiving dangerous offspring in her body at the same time. Her mysterious pregnancy got her burned at stake during witch trials in her village. Resurrected from her ashes by Be Chuille and Dian Cecht, Celtic Goddess of Witches and God of Healers from the realm of Tuatha Dé Danann after her death for centuries, she found herself still pregnant with the baby and got a lot of visions about destruction and apocalypse caused by her unborn child. With a mysterious raven as her only follower and companion, she had to stop all the prophecies to happen for purifying the unholy traits of her unborn child before childbirth and her resting place in peace.
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The gods have always been such fickle beings. They carry with them unseen expectations and desires, yet they expect perfection from the mortals over which they rule. How would you manage, then, if a god were to set its sights on you and you alone? Could you run? Hide? Or would their fury be inevitable? How do you avoid the rage of something so mysterious and divine? Some say the gods have limits. That if you did not cross into the light of the moon, that she couldn't see you. Simply hide yourself away each night, and the moon would never find you. There was even a night, at least once a month, where the moon would be blind, and you could tread freely through the night. Of course, nothing is certain in the realm of the gods. Note: This story contains human gore and animal death through hunting. These sections are brief, but those who are sensitive to either should use discretion.

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