Blood and wine
The bloated grotesque that Tien Chi called god is dead, spear-pierced and hoof-trampled. It's blood mixes with the earth, which sighs in response.
Still a few battles remain against the final cowering remnants of the so called 'Celestial Empire', but even they know the war is over. Their timid nation of bureaucrats and eunuchs never stood a chance.
Close behind follows a joyous menagerie of dryads, satyrs and Maenads. They will teach the populace how to revel in worship of the true goddess and the earth that birthed her; how to live and how to die.
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Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm.
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