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It was done. The godpoke failed. There was blood all over her thorns…she didn’t want a human sacrifice. She wasn’t the blood-thirsting god that King thought she was. Her people were hurting because of that damn letter sent. They were hurting because of her. Cobigail didn’t want to be the reason for her people’s suffering. Her entire thing was to bring people together, not tear them apart. She loved joking, but she wasn’t serious with any of it. Cobigail sighed, biting her lip and brows furrowing. The god guessed this was her punishment for not being able to have a proper harvest in YEARS. Yes, years. No one —not even herself— could remember how the harvest went, but one thing was for sure…no human sacrifices ever took place. And now, it happened. If it wasn’t for that letter, Bloom would be alive and Saul wouldn’t have taken action and the blood wouldn’t soak into her stalk. It was already too late to change the past. What’s done was done, and there’s nothing she could do. She sniffled. The god hugged herself, trying to keep herself together, but the feeling of blood kept coming through. This wasn’t what she wanted. This wasn’t her.
This wasn’t-
The sky started to rain.