At Einmal, pending at Singularity.

[sorcerous]

Must you?

Yes; I have borne a monster. This does not mean that every child I have will be a monster, nor that you may twist such a thing into a menagerie of possible children.

Sloths? A half-boy, half-scorpion? A golden eagle? A litter of momongas? And a girl-sorcerer with too much mind and too little heart.

As for the rest: patience, if you will. Keep your focus to the faith healer, to the admiral, to the telepath. I tire.

Comments

[sorcerous]

I am a god, not a progenitor of a vampire clan. Learn you the difference.

[daughters_of_janus]

Hey, how did you know about the clans? Though I meant you're both fathers.

[sorcerous]

In this case, a knowledgeable mundane can make the difference.

A dead, fell creature is incapable of true creation. Sharing blood, destroying, killing -- yes. Creation -- no.

[daughters_of_janus]

[She shrugs.]

Well at the very least, we're both racing towards the end. Better to make the best of things while you can kitten.

[God or not you're either a kitten or a duckling in her mind.]

[sorcerous]

We don't race to the end. We bring it upon us.

It is the broken piece of the universe's cycle.

[daughters_of_janus]

Doesn't it all start with a mistake?

[sorcerous]

Doesn't everything?

[daughters_of_janus]

Everything fun any way.