Zephyriss appeared to me at the cathedral of fate a few hours before dawn struck Enusia. I stood in the lower chambers, kneeling by myself, my hands clasped in my lap.
"Is it time?" I asked, exhaling softly.
"What do you like about this room?" she asked curiously.
I rose to my feet, gazing at the murals in front of me. At one in particular. My hand rose as if on its own, resting against the cool wall.
"I...don't know," I admitted, meeting the gaze of the man peering through my fingers. The Father. "He just...calls to me. I don't really understand it."
"I wish I remembered," she said, gliding forward, alighting beside me. "But that was so long before I gained any consciousness. Or maybe it wasn't. I could have been a demon emperor, for all I know. Hah, could you imagine? Me?"
"Yeah," I muttered, spreading my fingers slightly. Two shining souls appeared, a gold and a...black. "You're definitely petty enough to be a god."
"Emperor."
