Apostasia meeting finally Goddess Ishmael after so many years of being ignored. Thank you :*
That whisper-soft voice…. washing into Ain’s mind like snowmelt, clarity through the pain and darkness…. He knew that voice.
He stumbled backwards, not knowing which direction to back away from, fighting not to drop to his knees. His creator’s presence suddenly surrounded him. Was she disappointed in what he’d become? Was she sad he’d abandoned her?
Why should he care? She abandoned him first!
“Go away,” he shouted at the sky. “You… You left me! I called for you, I wanted your guidance, and you left me!”
“Ain…” Ishmael’s voice held sadness, longing. “Ain, I tried to contact you, but you wouldn’t listen…”
“Lies,” Ain spat. “You never tried. I would have… I would have noticed…”
His skin burned like cold ice. Ain shivered, then tore at his shirt, staring as the marks of Henir began to recede.
“Ain,” Ishmael again whispered, infinite tenderness in her voice. “You may turn your back on me… but I will not abandon you a second time.”
Ain’s knees gave out. He fell to the ground, panting as the cold burn of Ishmael’s power wiped him clean of the void’s corruption, and curled into a ball.