Generis

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"Stay here. I didn't tell you to leave."

Rehemïd moved his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair. He raised an eyebrow and pointed at the sofa she just stood from.

"Sit back down."

She looked at him, suddenly confused why he wanted her there all of a sudden. The office atmosphere thickened with tension, and Hestia knew she should just sit back down, but she acted otherwise.

"Why?"

"There's something I wanna tell you. It's important."

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There are a lot of arising issues in Generis. Bloodshed is being dished onto a silver platter to those who are considered "different". Many of the prayers of the people go unanswered, and the fingers turn to the regīi, holding them as the scapegoats. Meanwhile above, there are bigger problems at hand...

As the connection between the Gods and the people below rapidly declines, is there any prayer that can go answered?

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┏WARNING:
︱Graphic descriptions of violence. Mature themes. ︱Not recommended for those who are easily ︱triggered.
┗MAY include suggestive content.