The Child Of Asclepia

It all began in a world I didn’t even know.

Inside filthy sewers, I woke, surrounded by street urchins clinging to me.

Cheat ability? Not a chance.

All I had were vague memories of a boy named Dietrich Becker—and the power he wielded as Asclepia’s priest.

To survive, I had to make that power mine.

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The two hands of Asclepia. One heals, one takes away.

She is forever One.

Even divided into many, she returns to a whole.

In the One, see the Many.

Feel the Many as if it were One.

There lies both beginning and end.

And then…

–O’ candle flickering in the wind: die in one breath!

–All things born of Mother drift to death!

–O’ searing blood: vanish, then rejoice!

–Death is delight—the release from suffering.

–O’ heart, scatter your burning blood into the sky!

–Fall with grace!

A woman with pale lips. Her true form, a serpent.

The merciless goddess who oversees both vengeance and healing.

Asclepia.

May she be forever blessed…

Or cursed!