Chapter 34: Holy Temple
Getting ahold of a knife wasn’t hard. The Holy Temple was anything but Holy. The servants would be harmed on purpose for them to practice healing... They are brainwashed to think it is for the greater good, that they were here to serve a purpose and that purpose is to spread the Divine word of the Goddess. Their pain only brought them closer to her.
The cause of her misery would be the one that would set her free. The knife is the key. This time her hand wasn’t shivering. She couldn’t afford to. She had only one chance.
Edward won’t change, he will never change. If she lets him live, he will try to destroy her. A second chance is hard to come by, she would never let it slip from her hands.
His name echoed in her mind, a curse. She hated him more than she had ever hated anyone. He had been the one who betrayed her, the one who stripped her of everything in her past life. Her power. Her title. Her life.
He had watched her fall, watched as she lost it all, and he hadn’t cared. Worse than that, he had been the reason she fell. It was his obsession with her, his twisted need to use her, that had led to her death.
"Stop it! Don’t be like that in public!"
She heard two voices that were knee-deep in debauchery. It should’ve been a sacred place, but it had long been defiled. There was no guarantee that two people who possessed holy powers could make a child that could inherit their powers.
However, if either of the parents possessed holy powers there is a significantly higher chance for the child to possess those powers compared to a child born from ordinary humans. Using that as an excuse, the priests are encouraged to procreate and bring forth the gift of healing to mankind.
Annora hated every part of this temple and wished to tear it down. Ignoring their voices she made her way to boys’ dormitories. This wasn’t her first time here, they used to sneak into each other’s rooms and keep each other company. That was how they found solace in this lonely ’home’.