"The head of our family, at that time," she began softly, "fell into a one-sided love… not with just any goddess, but with the Mistress of the Heavens—the wife of the Supreme Being of Creation himself."
Julian tilted his head. "Love?" he repeated, surprised. "The mistress of the heavens?"
Annie nodded, her voice growing quiet, reverent. "Yes. She is known by many names—the Mother of Creation, the Light that Pierces Every Darkness, the Womb of Stars. She is the first flame, the dawn that never fades. The most sacred of all divine beings… and utterly untouchable."
Julian's eyes widened. He leaned forward slightly, drawn in by the sheer scale of what she was saying. "And yet… our ancestor wanted her?"
