My Highly Intelligent Prediction For Whats Gonna Happen With The Eighth House In Alecto The Ninth Lol

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

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 💀

Ianthe Tridentarius I mean Naberius I mean the saint of Canned Butter

POV your 12 year old coworker keeps saying insane shit

when you say you love fucked up freak characters that had better extend to female characters too and not just the men you want to write horny self insert fanfiction about

ok i'm sleepy and having emotions and i'm not gonna grab my copy to pull the specific quotes but. you remember that scene in htn where mercy and augustine are arguing. i think it's the "you have rendered yourself unlovable" one. and augustine tells her that he could kill her if he wanted. he could do it without a second thought, could stub her out like a cigarette beneath his shoe, and john would forgive him? john would understand? augustine is his favorite, and they all know it, to such a degree that mercymorn ceases to matter in the slightest?

cool great. now remember that time when john killed mercy? without a second thought? stubbed her out beneath his shoe? and then he turned to augustine and he said, you understand why i did that, right? you know that you're my favorite? you know i love you? she doesn't matter. we can put this behind us. augustine, can't you forgive me?

and augustine says no, john. no, i can't.

cause i'm thinking about that and i'm tearing my hair out. i'm eating the drywall. her death was too far. it was too far and augustine couldn't forgive him. he was right about john, probably more right than he realized, but he could never have brought himself to do it. it was unforgiveable.