Ain't No Rest For the Wicked
04-07-2018, 04:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2018, 04:01 PM by Malleus.)
For now he was content to answer her questions. Perhaps hearing the Abraxas' reasoning behind their mission would convince her to give up without too much of a fight. She needed to look no further than their successful conquests to know the Abraxas were blessed. Two packs had already fallen to them. An alpha was dead. People were scattered. But it didn't have to be that way. Hopefully once they got this Q&A out of the way she would come around and be reasonable. No one needed to die or be displaced. "The Fallen God." He found her next question a bit silly, but he would answer it nonetheless. "I have yet to hear of a god who does not ask for sacrifices. Some ask for rabbits, for dances and chanting, or even for firstborns. Ours asks for conquest. We take over land, over people, and we give them to Him so that we may prosper and that He may be glorified." She knew why he had come. There was really no point in beating around the bush anymore, was there? He stepped closer, toeing the line between them, and paced along it for several steps before turning back and seeking out Sparrow's gaze. "You helped me." He searched her eyes, his whole being straining forward with conviction as he willed her to understand why he was there. "You helped me, a stranger, when you could have kept walking. Now let me help you. It doesn't have to be violent, you know. There needn't be blood." Malleus leaned away from her, seemingly taming the zeal that had briefly overcome him. With some effort he regained his composure. "One way or another, Sparrow, this is happening. And you get to decide how it happens." |