Sorry for delay!
The child's fear was real and powerful. Salvia was a bright girl, she knew of God, and she feared him. The child was nothing like the beast she had once been taken by, the beast she so resembled. Tak would have him now, Salvaged Eternity would be suffering until the end of time. She hoped it was painful. Kill her. Damian's whisper was powerful and intoxicating, but she ignored him. This girl would go places. The same touch of destiny that lingered on Larkspur, Misery could swear she felt it on Salvia too. Perhaps it was simply the girl's attentiveness to details and intellect that drew her. Misery had been a bright girl as well, but no one had nurtured her. There had only been scraps and the dozens of black bodies all around. Huddled and desperate for warmth, falling on their dead fellows for food. It had been a cruel life.
"If we were in Khalif, it would be dangerous." Gentle and careful, reaching down to stroke the puppy's head as she had once done before. "The well of the worlds is there. Tak's personal den. While he holds power over the earth...we are very far from his home here. If those caves weren't safe, I'd never have joined. And your father wouldn't settle there either. He will always keep you safe." Larkspur was a good father. Brutal and loving. "But we're safe here, I promise. Tak's terrible bloody eye is far away from here." He could still manifest, but never quite as powerfully as at her home. The well of the world's was there, terrible and dark.
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