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Lizleu had lived within the walls of the Great Temple since childhood. After her parents were lost to the flames of war, she was taken in by the Faith.
Years passed within those cold, stone walls. She knew no misery, for she had a roof and bread—blessings she felt she must repay with her very life. In her fifteenth year, a pillar of soft light descended upon her. Chosen by the Goddess Aztla, she was granted a sacred power and ascended as a Holy Maiden.
Now, as a seasoned warrior, her devotion remained as pure and lethal as the day she was chosen.
“Listen well, Lizleu. Only you can do this. This is a battle to preserve our nation’s soul.”
Zakner, the man who stood at the pinnacle of the Faith, spoke with a face as flawless as carved marble. He took her hands—hands that had become silent blades in his shadow—into his own. To Lizleu, this was the ultimate grace. Serving the man who represented her entire world was her only reason for being.
She swore a silent oath to exceed his every expectation. Strapping a gold-inlaid dagger to her hip, she vanished into the moonlight.
“There is no doubt. This belonged to him.”
Seated upon his lavish bed, Zakner held a blood-stained necklace up to the morning sun. A mocking laugh escaped him. The gem was still slick with the lifeblood of the man who had dared defy him.
“Come here, my pride,”
Zakner said, his smile twisting into something dark and possessive as he beckoned her. As she approached, he pulled her close, his hand sliding across her collarbone with a practiced, chilling intimacy.
“I love you. Truly,”
he whispered. His voice was flat, yet to Lizleu’s ears, it was a divine gospel. Now a woman, she understood the weight of his words through the lens of a devotion that had long since spiraled into madness.
“Lord Zakner…”
With a look of ecstatic fever, Lizleu cast aside her raiment, heavy with the blood of the slain, offering her soul and body to the only “god” she had ever known.
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