SAFRIN
“No, you are not.”
Now that she was no longer blighted, the goddess was back to her prideful and dramatic ways. Stepping through a curtain of starlight, she appeared one leg first, followed by the rest of her. She was beauty incarnate but with a dark tinge. There was a blackened secret held in her galactic gaze as she crossed her arms, giving the abandoned a smile.
“You want to change? And what’s that to do with me? You’re already corrupt sugar. Your soul tainted.” What he wanted wasn’t impossible, but nor was Safrin particularly known for simply granting favours.
