Count Your Blessings

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Whatever Samuel thought of her reaction to him, the Voice would not deny an Ascended the life she had blessed them with. Light pulsed brightly along the crevices in the floor, seeming to fill the deity with a soft, warm glow. She held her arms out for him, to take a wrist or her neck or whatever he wished, to sink his fangs into and feed. "There is nothing else," she told him softly. "Drink, and return to those you care for." She might have said a number of of things. For him not to discard his fellow Ascended on an assumption that their hatred for him was universal. For him to grow and learn and embrace the gift he had been given. But as she had said, there was nothing else.