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Chapter 37: Not Masters of all
She found it difficult at first. The Night Children was a challenging race to raise. It took her so many rituals and many tears to gather their faith.
She did not expect them to love her. Love was not she needed. She needed their support and cooperation in the coming war.
It was laboring now. The scent of war was in the air and it fabricated of blood and revenge. Those who lived on the other side of the veil must be afraid of their rage.
The deities did not care and the Night Children's anger was insurmountable. For centuries, they had been forgotten as if they did not exist. Quite left for the leftovers of humanity while their cousins on the Angels were given the Paradise.
Miranda sat on the Constant's place. It took her some time to call it her own now. It had been Albert's always. And, everytime each of the Night Children looked at the place, they wondered why she was there.
She was there because Albert gave up the Reign - not because she won it
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