It would be a matter of time before Mikiko would rise to her fame, but until then, Caitlyn would have to blindly serve. In her next life, she would find the power and the freedom she desired. Perhaps in the next life she would be born of the blood, and perhaps she would serve her goddess much more closely...
She sat there, staring into the hole, the woman laying there, refusing to die. It was none her fault. She was the strongest of them all, it was nothing that wasn't expected of her. Caitlyn was weak, she was useless, and even by her hand she could not end a life that was so above her own.
"My apprentice should be here soon. If you wish, we can take her life as well." As well. It was a strange thing to add. Perhaps her sanity would slip away, but perhaps she would have an ear that the god's voice would finally fall upon.
But was that the burden? To die just as all of predecessors? That was the cost of the purebloods. Perhaps she would die an animal, just as her precious Les did.
She would find whoever was responsible. She would find the man that made her heart soft.
And she would tear his own from his flesh.