Chapter 20: The Shadow and the Moon
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"Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood."
–Zora Neale Hurston
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PROSERPINA:
By the time William had burst through the door to get to his room–his footsteps hurried but soundless as befitting of any monster mercenary–Proserpina nonchalantly glanced at the newcomer who still had not made their self appear at the face of a mortal man.
How vain.
She almost rolls her eyes, "Did your father never taught you that it's rude to sneak in other people's houses?"
"Careful how you speak about him, cousin," a young, girlish voice chided, "...my father has lashed out for less."
Proserpina had not looked away nor did she even blinked... and yet, at the next moment, what seemed to be a young teen was suddenly standing directly in front of her, a face as dazzling and lovely as the moon that was barely visible because of the darkness smiled at her.