Deviant Fate

Deviant Fate

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"Gweneria." Arowin's deep, and calculated voice bounced off the walls in warning. His golden eyes pierced deep into my soul, but I refused to falter. My demeanor never changed. "It seems you're late to the party, my dearest divine." I sighed with fake disappointment. "Luckily, you've made it in time for the best part." I shot a wicked smile towards Gerin. I felt his fear from where I stood. "Enough of this flippancy!" Gerin shrieked. "This filth is nothing. A lowly woman!" He spoke to the crowd. "You couldn't kill me even if you tried." He scoffed, with wavering confidence. I reveled in the thought of proving him wrong. "Shall we test his claim, Arowin?" I glimpsed over my shoulder. "Stop, Gweneria." He seethed while still never taking his gaze off me. He was on edge and that only fueled my satisfaction. "What to do?" I tapped my finger on my chin with indecision. "My divine doesn't want me to entertain everyone. That seems like such a shame though." I trailed off as my gaze hardened and my body stilled. No one moved a single muscle. The tension was palpable. I could now feel everyone's fear, anticipation, and dread. It was like a drug. I wanted more, and I would have it in blood.
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