French Roast
Lord of Altera
- Pronouns
- She/Her
French_Roast
Hear my thoughts.... I know you can.
I loved toying with them while it lasted. Your little puppets, running all around your dominion, calling each other heretics and cowards, wielding these childish ideas that have spread through them like a disease. Honor, some of them call it. They restrain themselves from giving in to the true wills you have given them, the drive to seek power and whatever it is we desire. I know this is what pleases you. They are blinded by the lies, the mortal words that they say you have spoken, your 'doctrine'.... But you never speak. Not through words. They say you are an angel, a giver of life who cares not what the 'sins' of your creations are. But I see the truth. There is no Pantheon - only Shalherana, the many-headed serpent. You were here first and you will be here last, I know that you would not share your dominion with others, allow them to take that from you. Greed, gluttony, lust, pride, they call these things sin, but why would you give these to us if it is not what you wanted? They choose to believe that you are indiscriminate, dropping life upon this realm like dirt upon stone, each individual being boring, insignificant, random. But this is not who you are. You are an artist, each creation pieced together and carefully sculpted exactly as you would like them. Every desire, hatred, and fear, designed to be perfect, meant to be unfettered and unaltered once released upon the mortal realm. I can feel your disappointment, your boredom, when they hide behind their weakness to justify this thing they call 'morality'. They hide from themselves because they are scared.
I will show them the truth. The fools who aided me this time failed miserably- I led the sheep into the pasture, but the shepherds did not close the gate. But they are simply our tools- they are expendable. I will find more, and I will find your Vessel again. She will be prepared as you desire, and the land of these weaklings will belong to you, no longer restrained.
You were here first, you will be here last. Eternal rule and power.
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