L + Ratio + I Hate You All I Have Hated You For Millenniaexcept You, My Lord I Merely Want To Put You

L + Ratio + I hate you all ✨ I have hated you for millennia…except you, my lord 🥺 I merely want to put you in a jail 🪨 and fill up the jail with acid once for every time you made a frivolous remark 😠 or ate peanuts in a Cohort Admiralty meeting 🥜 or said, ‘What would I know, I’m only God 🤡’ Then, at the end of a thousand years, you would say, ‘♥Mercy, I have learned not to do any of these things, because I hated the acid you put on me 🫠’ And I would say, ‘That is why I did it, Lord 🙏 I did it for you 😍 and for your empire 👑’ I often think about this 💀

Harrow: God have mercy

God:

Mercymorn:

God: here? right in front of your salad?

My highly intelligent prediction for what’s gonna happen with the Eighth House in Alecto the Ninth lol

POV your 12 year old coworker keeps saying insane shit

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Thinking about Them (the threefold Cavalier-Necromancer-Saint of the Third).

Thinking about how little effort Coronabeth put in at any point to try and pass as a necromancer at Cannan House. Going so far as to risk blowing their cover by trying to duel Gideon only to be stopped by Naberius, who promised not to tell Ianthe.

Thinking about that bit in the Harrow Nova scene where Harrow tries to challenge Ortus to a duel so she can take the role of cavalier primary.

Thinking about how Ianthe, according to Judith’s records, never preformed necromancy without her sister in the room prior to Cannan House.

Thinking about how Ianthe, evil, lying, cannibalistic, soul-eating weirdo that she is, denied killing Naberius even as she was happy to brag about her years of pretending to be two necromancers and how she surpassed all of them to become a Lyctor.

Thinking about the man who said he should have stayed home and gotten married instead of dealing with this nonsense. Thinking about the woman who said she was going to marry Harrowhark one day.

Thinking about the permeability of the soul.

Thinking about how Naberius was killed with a sword through the back. Thinking about the Crown Princess of the third. The non-necromantic heir. Thinking about how if she was unable to fulfill her duties then Ianthe would become the scion of the Third.

Thinking about how Harrow didn’t remember how well the title “saint of awe” would have fit Naberius Tern. Thinking about how John said he picked the titles for the cavalier and not the necromancer.

Thinking about the deal with the devil made with a soul that was never her’s. Thinking about how the Third plots and plans and then acts.

Thinking about the Butterfly and the Moth and the Tern. About Cainabeth and Abella and the one named after a demon prince of hell. Thinking about the twin necromancers of the Third. About the two cavaliers.

I’m thinking about a murder, and an ascension, and a girl left crying on the floor because her sister, didn’t take her, and a girl who would stab someone over the implication that her sister was dead to her.