Doing the Lord's Work
03-25-2018, 05:32 PM
Archon listened attentively to the words his brother spoke. He described a pack on the mainland that he had visited. Malleus said it had weighed on his mind since that day, but with the turn of events, he wasn't sure if he was the one who was meant to lead it. Archon understood where he was headed and nodded slowly.
Malleus made his intentions clear and Archon took a moment to think. He closed his eyes for a second, recalling his thoughts and prayers. It couldn't be a coincident that Malleus had called to him and Archon knew The Fallen God worked through his followers.
Archon opened his eyes, although his gaze was distant.
"I feel as if I have been called to study the mortals and their ways. Although I know this, I have not been able to adequately assimilate myself into their culture. I believe that it is not only possible, but imperative to win some of their hearts over in favor of our God. As much as it is needed to dominate them, some- I think- are meant to join our ranks as followers of The Fallen God."
Archon's gaze sought to meet his brother's. It was rare for him to go speak at length, but he chose each word carefully.
"I believe, perhaps, if you have conceived the notion of me leading, that the Fallen God may be telling us this pack is meant to be one that is converted," he said. "What do you make of it?"
Malleus made his intentions clear and Archon took a moment to think. He closed his eyes for a second, recalling his thoughts and prayers. It couldn't be a coincident that Malleus had called to him and Archon knew The Fallen God worked through his followers.
Archon opened his eyes, although his gaze was distant.
"I feel as if I have been called to study the mortals and their ways. Although I know this, I have not been able to adequately assimilate myself into their culture. I believe that it is not only possible, but imperative to win some of their hearts over in favor of our God. As much as it is needed to dominate them, some- I think- are meant to join our ranks as followers of The Fallen God."
Archon's gaze sought to meet his brother's. It was rare for him to go speak at length, but he chose each word carefully.
"I believe, perhaps, if you have conceived the notion of me leading, that the Fallen God may be telling us this pack is meant to be one that is converted," he said. "What do you make of it?"