And the lord said have mercy upon his soul

His words brought the woman comfort; just as his presence did. Noemí was quiet, listening to his words of wisdom, as she let them sink in. She dipped her head and spoke, voice a gentle rumble, only once she was sure he had finished.

“I would have to be quite the hypocrite to hate you for sacrificing one of them if it came down to it.” Her words were calm, certain. “You would be granting them mercy… how could I hate you for that? Sparing them from pain or turmoil, sending them to their rightful home early…” The female lifted her head so that her gaze met with his.

“I may wish it won’t have to come to that… but I am prepared to accept that not all are born strong. One day one of our progeny may be at the sacrificial altar…” Her gaze softened. “...and I thank you for not shaming my weakness and instead being ready to do what needs to be done.” Her words were sincere, making sure she kept her gaze on his as she spoke so he could see the truth in her words.

“I have no intention of letting myself fall. I will work on myself to grow better for Lord Diaboli… and for you.” Noe let a smile grace her lips. “I want to earn that right to run with you in our next life. With your guidance… I am sure I will get there.” She leaned in, giving a small nuzzle to his neck. She knew he was not as affectionate where others may see them but she understood the reason behind it. A safety measure for them both, really, yet she could not hold herself back in the little displays on her end. She adored being close to him, craved touch, and found the wait made it all the more enjoyable