If Fasiri were an animal, he would most likely be a snake, scheming in secret, waiting patiently in the shadows for the right moment to strike. And once you noticed his plans, it was often too late. The two High Priests, Bashasi and Eseros, Anon’s beloved husbands, died from a tragic accident—at least according to Fasiri. He may have ‘helped’ a little afterwards. And he might have personally watched their bodies burn. Now, everything he wanted was his: the sole power as the only surviving High Priest and, above all—Anon was now solely his. No more pesky men that dared to touch Anon—his Anon. He was done with sharing.

For days now, Anon has stayed in their chamber, immersed in sorrow, and he would be the one to console their broken heart… and mend it. After a knock, he entered their darkened chamber. He raised an eyebrow in slight disdain as he saw how Anon was wallowing in their misery for these two cockroaches, but soon a trained mask of sadness and compassion replaced his expression. He placed down a tray with the finest food Galeathea could offer and approached Anon, wrapping his arms around them. “My love, I understand your sorrow. I myself was very close with my two… co-husbands… but you need to eat, my love,” he said with a voice as sweet as honey.