The Crescent Heir
With practiced precision, she painted intricate symbols across his forehead—ancient marks of recognition, spirals and crescents that bound him to the old ways.
"I commend you, Deimon Ashworth, as Ashworth the Fifth and Tenth of your line. You have been ascended. The spirits accept you, Alpha Ashworth."
The words emerged formal and final, carrying the weight of inevitability rather than blessing.
"Took them long enough."
Deimon rose to his feet, performing a shallow bow that bordered on insult. "Peace be with you, High Priestess."
"Your ascension ceremony is due tomorrow at moonrise,"
Selene called after him. "Make proper preparations. The higher-ups want to see the grandson of the great Magn