"The gods want you. So, NightWhiskers' child… join us," Lucian said, his voice reverent.
"…What?" Ereskia exclaimed, stunned. For a moment, she honestly thought she'd misheard him.
Then her expression twisted. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Lucian's eyes gleamed.
"You tried to kill our father," Ereskia snarled. "You lied to us, manipulated us for years, and now you're asking me to join your deranged little cult?! Ha! Are you serious right now? Do you even hear the bullshit coming out of your mouth?"
Lucian didn't react much. He simply shook his head, his expression maddeningly calm.
"I mean every word," he said softly.
Then he extended a hand toward her, his smile unnervingly gentle. "I hold no grudge against you, my dear child, or your brother, or even your father. I only did what I had to. I merely obeyed the will of higher beings because I wanted us all to be saved, to awaken to the truth of the world. But in the end, it's you who misunderstood me."
