Sneak Peek (Interlude) (Patreon)

"You were always an open book to me." You don't confirm nor deny this statement, your face carefully blank. She must take your silence as a confirmation however since her pleased smile never fades. The corners of her mouth so sharp it could slice a mortal's neck in half.

She's a striking woman of statuesque beauty. Skin as rich and deep as the midnight sky above you. On her head she proudly wears a fine, well-wrought crown of pure clear crystals, it reflects the moonlight, but it shines with a light of its own. An intricate violet dress hugs her impossibly graceful curves, made of the most finest fabric in all Hylaria with tiny glinting diamonds—probably woven together by dozens of diligent mortal hands. 

What drove those hands to create such marvel? Was it fear, or maybe devotion? The fine line between the two becomes blurred whenever the gods are involved.

Nemeya always proud herself in knowing what passes in the dark, and like Sol, she uses her domain to snoop around. Be the warm rays of sunlight or the pale cold beams of the moon, no light can penetrate the Abyss, no matter how bright it is.

You and the darkness are one, and try as she might her efforts are in vain. That fact doesn't keep her from trying though, it only seems to urge her on.