[With a certain amount of awkwardness, Shadowheart follows the instructions and starts trying to paddle.]
In my world, most gods act through their Chosen. A mortal who serves as their voice and hands in the world. Most would consider it a great honour, to be chosen by a god.
[Most. Not her. Not anymore. And there's just enough bite to her tone to make that clear.]
My friends and I managed to make an enemy of the God of Death, and when we defeated his Chosen, he usurped the man's body. He transformed it into an avatar, the god himself made flesh. Or, well, bone, in his case. The largest, ugliest skeleton I've ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on. We defeated it, not that that's put an end to what he's up to, of course. A god doesn't die so easily.
[She pauses, thinking back on their trip to Aphaia, and what happened when she walked through that doorway. She hasn't spoken to John since, but... she does want to talk about it.]
The version of me that you met in Aphaia was Chosen. By the Goddess of Darkness.
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In my world, most gods act through their Chosen. A mortal who serves as their voice and hands in the world. Most would consider it a great honour, to be chosen by a god.
[Most. Not her. Not anymore. And there's just enough bite to her tone to make that clear.]
My friends and I managed to make an enemy of the God of Death, and when we defeated his Chosen, he usurped the man's body. He transformed it into an avatar, the god himself made flesh. Or, well, bone, in his case. The largest, ugliest skeleton I've ever had the displeasure of laying eyes on. We defeated it, not that that's put an end to what he's up to, of course. A god doesn't die so easily.
[She pauses, thinking back on their trip to Aphaia, and what happened when she walked through that doorway. She hasn't spoken to John since, but... she does want to talk about it.]
The version of me that you met in Aphaia was Chosen. By the Goddess of Darkness.