Jeremiah 24:9

Calamity trod wordlessly behind their caravan, bringing up the rear to nudge along anyone who fell behind. There weren't far from the shrine but it felt like they were leagues away. She already found herself missing its comforting glow, but in the same thought she cursed herself for wishing so dearly for mortal comforts. Their father had fought and sacrificed for that shrine. He had bled out, only for their mother to forsake her blessings by climbing into bed with her own brother. Living side by side with the creatures that haunted the islands nearby, the cursed result of that pairing, had kept the bile that now rose in her throat at bay. Now that they were apart from the pack, Calamity found herself consumed by reminders of the sin that had dwelled in its lands. Venom and Hattori could fool themselves by thinking they could strive for a brighter future, but there was no light without Abraxas. There was no future without Him. And still they let the wound fester, the infection growing deeper until it wrapped around the very bones of the pack itself.

All of it was built on blight.

They came to a stop finally and Toxicity addressed the children. She offered Pontifex an encouraging smile. "Your mother has taught you well. Your entire life has prepared you for this moment," she murmured. Calamity brought her eyes up to meet Toxicity's bi-colored gaze. "Shall we accompany them through the ceremony?" Her words were a simple question, but a raw ache ran underneath it all. Please. Let me see him again too.