"We are dying..."
“The light in the eyes of our kin is fading. The final Fruit has wilted. I leave you this letter in the final hopes that you, my last
creation, will rise from your coffin this very evening and strike. Expand, my
dear, and gather our forces in the eternal night. Keep them by your fingers.
Your love is the coven, but more importantly, your love is our breed. The
humans are cattle. Heed tradition, punish severely. All sacrifices may be made
for the holy goal. Our species is golden.”
“It rests in your hands.”
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