How could they hope to fight him?He who was blessed by two gods?And them who had been deserted by their only one?
The Sea-God had forged his soul to withstand the steepest of storm, and the Fire granted him the power to become one.
He wasn't built for the snaking words of courtiers or the subtle deceits of kings; for those, the Sea-God had provided him Cain. Blake was shaped to stand crimson upon the shattered remains of enemy fleets, breaking them with fire and serving the wreckage as a feast for his Ancestor's table.
He looked down at the final prize of his private slaughter. He may have not been born with salt in his veins, but he was a son of the foam in spirit. To the Lord of Damas, he granted a kindness he would deny nearly every other soul on this vessel of sand that proved unworhty: a final, wet embrace in the domain of the Sea.
