Jack Frost's Bride
“Sweet Mokosh, you have my strength. The same fire as your mother, even. Veles and I are not talking about death, dear, but rebirth. Giving up your light will do one of two things: you will either become like Chernobog, the master of souls, or the power will drive you mad.
Perun paused, looking out the window at the flurries. “But there is another way. Gods die, transform, and are reborn as time goes on. If you poured all your fire into Mokosh, you would have no light left. But Mokosh is life itself. Hers is the heaviest burden of all. She has made an offer that, should you take it, would transform you even more than assuming Chernobog’s duties.”
Anya shivered.
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