Vin's Literatures
Mild Violence
There was very little faith that ‘the one’ even existed for someone like Delosir. Not that he hadn’t looked. He’d been alive for nearly 400 years. He’d not only not found ‘the one’, he’d scarcely any evidence whatsoever that the concept was more than a figment of mortal imagination. Leave it to creatures of clay and dust to conjure such grandiose notions of devotion—leave it to a mortal who cannot fathom eternity to conjure a concept of something rumored to endure even death.