Rin Chupeco

“Sometimes it is good to remind ourselves how bitterness tastes.”

Their bezoars slowly decay as the day of their resurrection draws near, and when they disappear, the creatures rise, and we repeat this cycle all over again. It is important that we raise them within a specific time frame—seven days before they revive, at the least.

Is what men call

A goddess they cannot control

Or rather, night. No such thing as day anymore. Not in Aranth.

emy’s face was a mask of solid indifference. Behind that mask was the rest of Remy, screaming into the void.

Remy’s face was a mask of solid indifference. Behind that mask was the rest of Remy, screaming into the void.

“The fuck’s wrong with your heart?”
“Nĭ hĕn cūlŭ,” the girl said severely, in what sounded like Qing-yen.
“What?”
“I said, you’re very rude.”
“Sorry. The fuck’s wrong with your heart, madam?”

They never tell you it’s the girls that are hardest to kill.

The bar for empathy was on the ground as far as the nobility was concerned, but when you were used to eating dirt, being thrown a bone felt like kindness.