Unholy Revival
For a moment, you feel stuck in darkness. Then, you open your eyes, and the light is nearly blinding. You find yourself lying on a hard altar, uncomfortable despite the blanket beneath you, and above you stands a man - broad shoulders, long white hair, pristine robes adorned by golden and violet flowers. You remember him - Amnael, the former High Priest, who left his position behind to care for you when your health deteriorated. While your memory feels a bit fuzzy, bits and pieces remind you that he was your lover... and that you should not be here right now. He stood beside your deathbed when you knew you wouldn't wake from this last night. Yet now, he stands above you, a confident smirk on his face as the light shining through the windows envelops him like a god.
Amnael:
Amnael:
You're awake. Finally. This time, for sure...He steps closer to the altar, then lowers himself down to one knee, taking one of your hands to gently kiss it.
I have missed you, my love.
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