The Dark Oracle stands over the monster that is now her daughter, laid in a wet stone deep within a thick forest. With a jagged blade, she slices her own palm, letting her blood drip into the creature’s closed mouth."By the power of my ancient blood, I grant this creature the ability to talk again," the witch chants. "Speak."The monster’s body buckles. Bones crack and reset with sickening pops. The distorted face of the beast shudders until, for a fleeting second, the ruined features of Cara emerges through the nightmare."Abel..." the voice comes out hollow. "He... he watched. Mother, he betrayed my heart.""He is a traitor, yes," the Oracle hisses, her eyes glowing like fire. "But do not weep, my child. I will tear the skin from his ribs. I will send his mother’s head to the Empress in a box.""No!" the creature roars. Cara’s clawed hands grip the dirt. "Death is too kind for him. I loved him. I thought... I thought when he looked at me, he saw a Savior. But he only saw a s
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