In the gloomy, oppressive Divine Temple, Moxi prostrated herself before the eight-legged God Statue and began her daily mass.
Obsidian Ground Spikes covered the Square, cutting into the soles of her feet and drinking her blood without pause. Moxi paid them no heed and continued to pray.
"...When the prey sinks into the sweet trap, tear away the frail cocoon of my Humanity and pave the long steps of my ascent with the prey's severed limbs..."
Just as she was about to finish, a sigh sounded in her mind.
"I am the Gold... the Weaver of Webs, Holy Son of the Dark Elf Queen, Spider Queen Lolth. I have witnessed your loyalty..."
Moxi's eyes snapped open. Her black gaze, without a trace of white, swept across the empty Divine Temple.
"Who are you?"
"I am the Holy Son."
"The Holy Son? I've never heard of the Matron having a Holy Son. Who are you, really?"
A Dagger appeared silently in Moxi's palm. She searched every corner but found nothing. Could it be that bitch Ai Ellia...?
"I have served the Spi—Spider Queen Lolth. How does that not make me her Holy Son?"
"The Spider Queen?"
Moxi's pupils contracted. Longing for the Matron overwhelmed her caution. "Where is the Matron?!"
"Do you know Free City?"
"No."
"Tell me your name."
"Ai Ellia."
"Ai Ellia, come here. I will be waiting for you..."
The voice in her mind grew distant and distorted. Only one last remark drifted back.
"Oh, and remember not to do anything bad on the way..."
The voice vanished completely. In the empty Divine Temple, all Moxi could hear was the thump of her own heart.
Moxi rose and walked barefoot through the temple, letting the Obsidian Ground Spikes tear open her soles.
Twisted, wavering moans came from the