How to Pick Representatives

Eris felt her heart clench in her chest as she realized that her youngest son was indeed serious about his question.

But it was so outlandish that she did not even know how to process it.

"Belloc… why would you ever think that?"

The second prince stared his mother up and down as he wrestled with his answer.

"Mother is life… ever expanding, always growing. I am rot and decay. My identity is rooted in the decimation of all that you create. Do you not detest me for this?"

As soon as Belloc saw his sixth elven mother, he knew that she had a very powerful nature divinity; and goddesses like that typically despised beings like him.

Though it wasn't as if he could blame them since he had always hated them too.

But while he did not hate Eris, he had already expected her to hate him.

But against his expectations, Belloc saw his mother smile at him in a way that she never had before.