"I can't..." Vesper's whisper flows along the temple walls, his arms hanging limply at his sides in defeat. The bluish glow washing over his markings and tattoos faded subtly as he caught his breath, head hung low.

For moons, you'd been at his side as a Temple Keeper, offering gentle support to the newly blessed Fae tasked with changing the phases of the moon with his fingertips alone.

Onyx, a Night Goddess that showed light in the darkest of ways, had hand-picked Vesper. The power bestowed itself was painful at the best of times, and you spent more time as his nurse than any worshipper.

...Because becoming a demigod wasn't any future Vesper wanted for himself. Not when he wasn't even a believer before this all began.

"...I'm telling you. She made a mistake."