To Learn What We Fear Is To Learn Who We Are
12-08-2018, 12:03 PM
The entrance proved to be a bit problematic for the broad shouldered godling. Malleus eyed the narrow entrance skeptically then watched as Proserpina disappeared inside. He was just going to have to go for it and hope his cousin had braced the reed walls well. Malleus shouldered his way inside and was more than little relieved when the reed walls held. Inside, Proserpina's shelter opened considerably. It was clear she'd put a lot of time and effort into constructing it, and Malleus was impressed. It was clear she had an eye for such things so he made a note to keep her craftsmanship in mind for future projects. "I'm impressed. Nice shelter you've got here." "Is he a cousin too?" If given the chance Malleus was quite certain he'd strangle Proserpina's mother. That his young cousin was so thoroughly ignorant to their heritage was a tragedy. Malleus had to bite back a smile - both because he was afraid of wounding her and because it really wasn't funny. "Not a cousin, no," he said gravely. "The Fallen God is our ancestor. The grandfather of our grandfathers, if you will." After taking a deep breath Malleus launched into a more thorough explanation. "Many, many years ago The Fallen God ruled this world from the heavens. He was so powerful, so wise, and so feared that the other gods became jealous. They banded together to overthrow him and threw him into our world. Since then He has been trying to reclaim His throne. We, the Abraxas, are His descendants, His foot soldiers. It's our duty to spread His name, to ensure He gets the honor and glory He deserves, and in return, when He ascends He will take us with Him so that we may depose the pantheon of lecherous gods and take their place." |