The truth struck Damon harder than he expected.
The Goddess of Doom had been meant to become a demon. Yet in her hatred for the Unknown God, she had stolen Lolth's divine spark and forced her own ascension.
She became a goddess.
But she could not change what she was.
Doom remained doom.
Damon's fingers flexed faintly at his side.
He, too, carried a divine spark. And a seed of depravity. Both coiled inside him like opposing forces sharing the same body.
He doubted either could compare to what those two beings once possessed.
Tamia's voice flowed calmly through the temple air.
"Resentment pushes anyone toward the demonic path. One loved a god who wanted nothing to do with her. The other hated him so much she tried to escape her fate entirely. In the end, neither got what they wanted."
She shook her head slowly, almost pityingly.
"Salvation became a demon. Doom became the goddess of the abyss. The irony is cruel."
Damon turned his head toward her.
