"Little Master, I would like to give you a gift." Hadrian looked up and found himself gazing into the obsidian gaze of the deity. It had been decades since he left the mortal world, and the bond between them had shifted. "What is it, my dear?" Hadrian's voice was gentle as he spoke. His eyes softened when Mortem sat beside him. "My gift for little Master is to return."
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