"Moon Goddess, did you or did you not, kill the Goddess of Love…?"
Though his voice was a mere murmur, the question reverberated loudly off the dining room walls. It resonated with a tremor that shook the Moon Goddess to her core. His words sent a jolt through her, forcing her hands free from the Sky God's grasp as she sought support at the edge of the chair.
Sky could not dismiss the split second of stark fear from the Goddess's eyes. It was pure honesty that spoke louder with meaning than any words could. Though he had expected this reaction from her, nonetheless, it still hurt his soul.
The Goddess of Love had long been cited as the person of interest, pertaining to driving the most harmful wedge between Sky and Moon– "The First Pair." Though he had never brought it up, he always wondered…
