erondagirl

The lights were a promise, from a god to his mindless worshipers. If ever they were faced with darkness, on this the darkest of days in the year, they were to light candles. They were to light candles in every window and every space, to light up their whole city. And the flames would guide him back. The light of the world would return, to slay the vessels of evil – the fallen angels, the pretenders to his kingdom. I watched the priests light them every year, never saying a word. Grimm did his best not to shut me out, but the others did no such thing. They lit the candles and passed the flames next to my face. They were mocking me. My