The goddess? That caught his attention. “Surely you do not the mean the Goddess, my friend. She who is mistress of luck, fate, and all that might yet be?”
“Yes, ‘Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess, We seek it thus, and take it to the sky, Ripples form on the water’s surface, The wandering soul knows no rest.’ I have been asking the goddess to give me a fate that I deserve. and it seems she is answering me at last.”
“Well, that’s lovely poetry.” Luxord chuckled once more, and crossed his arms, willing the other to speak more. “It would seem we do mean the same goddess. Ah, Fortuna is kind.” He nodded, mostly to himself and advanced upon the man. “So, what prayers have I answered, exactly?”
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, Hath endured torment.” He whispered the last act of Loveless, the act that he himself wrote. The grin never leaving his face. “I have asked for the key to end my suffering, the cells that my body has been tainted with to be cleaned. The goddess brought you to me to help me with this.”
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