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" For that day so long ago when he had taken Qta’s life, he had demanded Qta make for him a queen. He had demanded he build someone to love him. Qta refused, and Aon murdered him in his rage. In the desire to love, and more importantly, to be loved, he had destroyed the world. Now, on the eve of their destruction, they taunted him with hope, only to dash it away upon the cobblestones. They chose to mock him with that he could never have. Touché. “Take her now, for you would not have her then.” Aon took a step deeper into the water, sank now up to his waist, and lowered the girl into the pool. Lydia’s body was pulled from his grasp by unseen hands, their power dragging her down into the chasm. Aon climbed from the liquid and returned to the altar, putting the metal mask back on his face. There was comfort in it. He could bury his sorrow there. He could hide it all. He turned to look back at the pool for one last time. “Know that I will be the death that will rain down upon all you have made. "
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley , King of Shadows (The Masks of Under #2)
