-Cathédrale Blanche, Sunderday, 28th of Mistset, 2259
The Man silently enters the sanctified halls of the holy grounds, deeply thinking. Only his muffled footsteps can be heard echoing through the saint Ecclesia Cathedralis. as he almost ceremonially makes his way towards the holy altar sitting at the very center of his dynasty's entire work, the man straightens his posture and the manner in which he holds a tome that could make rise or destroy decades of belief, blind faith and empires that succeeded each-other. No, it cannot all have been for nothing, all those years spent, he tells himself!~. Now, at the tip of what seems to be the most threatening hour of his faith and perhaps his entire terrestrial life, the man stand silent, deeply pondering over the words said, and actions taken...
-''Will you not stand by me to kill our Lord's murderer?!'', The other man said.
-''The Sun Lives on...''
The Man would lower his sight towards the tome at the though of those words pronounced a short while before. The Lord is too strong, immortal, he cannot just be -gone-, the man though. Saying the opposite would be heretical, and would be turning faith from the unending Sun. Even if He, in His greatest wisdom, ascended to an even greater form, would it not still be an holy gift as to give your soul to him? To lend your arm to bear his standard, to lend your Faith and strengh for the Sun's Crusade, to Burn, Purge and exterminate all that would stand in His way, such is the way of Redemption. The Sun has turned his sight from us once again, testing us, disdainful of the lack of faith we hold in Him. The Prophecy would be the center of all of his work, the man though... And no longer would he leave others to care about works that they cannot achieve, only himself should hold the highest offices, with the fall of the Magisterium.
Such were the Man's thoughts, as he slowly opened the tome once again, and slowly read the Prophecy contained within once again. Those were the words of the Sun, he knew it, the words of all that is holy, and what is destined to rule the entire mortal world. the Man now understood, understood why his Lord disappeared. He knew from the bottom of his heart the the Sun was waiting for the moment where the world would be his to rule, where the fire and the light would reign supreme over anything else. From that moment, the Man knew he would have to quite radically act to bring Faith to Altera, or die and be removed trying. After slowly standing back up, the man turned around, hiding the tome under his cloak, and walking towards the exit of the Cathedral. Not long after, posters could be seen in key locations of Haven, with scriptures written in Lavoyarde going as this:
''By order of the ruler, King-Magister Thorius, worship of all deities in the holy realm is to be outlawed at the exception of the Sun and his Angeli, Sun's luck, Sun's Knowledge and Sun's Craft, Jax, Silas and Korog''
The Man silently enters the sanctified halls of the holy grounds, deeply thinking. Only his muffled footsteps can be heard echoing through the saint Ecclesia Cathedralis. as he almost ceremonially makes his way towards the holy altar sitting at the very center of his dynasty's entire work, the man straightens his posture and the manner in which he holds a tome that could make rise or destroy decades of belief, blind faith and empires that succeeded each-other. No, it cannot all have been for nothing, all those years spent, he tells himself!~. Now, at the tip of what seems to be the most threatening hour of his faith and perhaps his entire terrestrial life, the man stand silent, deeply pondering over the words said, and actions taken...
-''Will you not stand by me to kill our Lord's murderer?!'', The other man said.
-''The Sun Lives on...''
The Man would lower his sight towards the tome at the though of those words pronounced a short while before. The Lord is too strong, immortal, he cannot just be -gone-, the man though. Saying the opposite would be heretical, and would be turning faith from the unending Sun. Even if He, in His greatest wisdom, ascended to an even greater form, would it not still be an holy gift as to give your soul to him? To lend your arm to bear his standard, to lend your Faith and strengh for the Sun's Crusade, to Burn, Purge and exterminate all that would stand in His way, such is the way of Redemption. The Sun has turned his sight from us once again, testing us, disdainful of the lack of faith we hold in Him. The Prophecy would be the center of all of his work, the man though... And no longer would he leave others to care about works that they cannot achieve, only himself should hold the highest offices, with the fall of the Magisterium.
Such were the Man's thoughts, as he slowly opened the tome once again, and slowly read the Prophecy contained within once again. Those were the words of the Sun, he knew it, the words of all that is holy, and what is destined to rule the entire mortal world. the Man now understood, understood why his Lord disappeared. He knew from the bottom of his heart the the Sun was waiting for the moment where the world would be his to rule, where the fire and the light would reign supreme over anything else. From that moment, the Man knew he would have to quite radically act to bring Faith to Altera, or die and be removed trying. After slowly standing back up, the man turned around, hiding the tome under his cloak, and walking towards the exit of the Cathedral. Not long after, posters could be seen in key locations of Haven, with scriptures written in Lavoyarde going as this:
''By order of the ruler, King-Magister Thorius, worship of all deities in the holy realm is to be outlawed at the exception of the Sun and his Angeli, Sun's luck, Sun's Knowledge and Sun's Craft, Jax, Silas and Korog''
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