“Several very dedicated artisans lovingly depicted one the worst atrocities to ever enter creation, and Forge himself holds it above his head, above his crown, and above the smoldering city embedded in glass behind him.
A weapon, born of hubris and the carelessness of magic Viktor had once trusted him to. It is poised above all else at the apex of its swing, and Viktor feels that at any moment, it will leave the glass, and strike him down.
He stares into Forge’s blue eyes. There is no love there. Only the memory of it within the color.”
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Surprise! I'm participating in the @jayvikbigbang with something a little steamy, and sacrilegious! Getting to collaborate with my very talented writer friend and mutual jayvik-brained friend @grayvamp has been a blast, and extra shout out to our beta/mod @timegrenades. Please enjoy this deep lore horny priest fic O’ Father Talis 🔥
