Cain
Ma’at lounges back in her ivory throne as Oromos swings a fan over her head, and one of her servant girls feeds her fruit. The throne room is ostentatious with its Golden columns, floors, and statues of Ma’at. Her golden, robed priests kneel nearby, afraid to gaze into their goddess’ eyes.
Ma’at’s hair is tied into intricate braids, and her body is sheathed in a gold catsuit. “I’ve been very patient with you, pet,” she waves a clawed finger in my direction, “but you’ve been making it very difficult to trust you when you’ve yet to bring me Lilith and the Tenebrous’ power.”
I take a deep breath, trying to stifle my trepidation as I face down the key to my redemption.
“I have done what you’ve asked. I’ve become close with Lilith, and she admitted that Lucifer siphoned the Tenebrous
