Born of Ash and Night
Not a sphere of stone and light, but a living thing—silver veins pulsing beneath translucent skin, phases rotating slowly within her like a heartbeat.
Beneath her glow stands a throne carved of night and bone.
Upon it sits the Vampire Goddess.
She is beautiful in the way storms are beautiful—terrible, controlled, eternal. Her skin is dark as spilled wine, her eyes red and gold and endless. Crowns of obsidian curve back from her temples like sharpened wings.
Between them—
Me.
Whole. Unwounded. Still burning.
I laugh, sharp and broken. “So this is it.”
The Moon Goddess tilts her head, light shifting. Not yet, she says, voice echoing inside my bones rather than m