Hadjar could indeed. It would not be long, even by mortal standards, before there would be those who would deceitfully create a steady stream of Lost Ones for those who wanted them, whether they wanted to be Lost Ones or not. And that process, in turn, would create a whole host of other issues, and before you knew it, all of the Seventh Heaven would be engulfed in chaos and destruction.
“Exactly,” Arzal nodded at his unspoken thoughts. “Well, let’s get to it, try the cherry. Don’t be shy. I assure you, it’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten in your life.”
Hadjar put the cherry to his mouth, and as he did so, he literally heard: a mother’s tearful pleas to the God of War, begging him to spare her son in battle; the soft whisper of a young lover waiting for his beloved under a win
