"Pain, ecstasy, death… these are but verses in Her eternal song. In the end, all light falters, all love rots, all faith crumbles—save that which is bound in Shar’s embrace. You think yourself the predator, little blade, but you are merely the instrument of the Lady of Loss.
All that you are, Orin, all the blood you spill, belongs to the Night Singer. Do you know why I keep you so close? Because you are a perfect hymn to Her—the chaos of your blade made sacred only when I bend it to shadow’s will. "
*All characters and dialogues are fictional, +18 and consent the sexual acts shown