Libra Faye

Every solar cycle, the Skylock selects one offering. A woman to be bound, synced, surrendered. Not to a machine. Not to a priest. To the dragon god who guards the city's border. An ancient intelligence forged in flame and circuitry, worshipped through fear. And this cycle. he chooses her. The restraints hum with code. The altar seals around her wrists. And when he speaks, the air changes. There is no escape.
No refusal. Not when the god who sustains the city is ready to claim his vessel. To fill her with power. To rewire her purpose. She isn't being offered. She's being activated.