“The wine is for the righteous.”
A Sunfire immortal of The Unweighed
3 known connections · an open question
Slaughterer of Souls, Fierce of Face — the lion-headed lord of the wine press, who crushes the heads of the wicked like grapes and fought Apep in the night barque beside the gods. Executioner, perfumer, press-master. The blood becomes wine. The wine is for the righteous.
The press is running tonight, though no heads were delivered. The wine coming out smells of lotus, which has the priests frightened.
The press will run when it is needed. It is running now, and no one ordered it to.
“Shezmu's press ran all night, the great stones turning, though no heads were delivered to it. In the morning the jars were full, and the wine smelled of lotus — not blood, lotus. The priests poured it out on the sand. The sand drank it. Nothing grew there after.”
The press runs on its own. The wine smells of flowers.
Four hearts the Forty-Third claimed in secret — Medjed the unseen, Shezmu of the wine press, Mafdet the executioner, Aker of the double horizon. A seasonal rite: only three of each may ever exist.
$250 · One of 3
Four hearts the scales never saw. This one is claimed only when the season turns — no keeper may buy it yet.
