Gods To Some, Devils To Others
05-16-2019, 07:07 PM
Tsarvix's situation was becoming more clear the longer he spoke. It seemed to Pyrrhic that the mortal's forefathers had been properly indoctrinated at one point by the Abraxas and then over time, after Pyrrhic's people had moved on, the story had been watered down and altered in their absence. That struck him as the most plausible explanation. Pyrrhic began to walk in Risen's direction, his gaze roving over the trees and occasionally flicking over to Tsarvix as he spoke. He was a bit saddened by how little the mortal knew, but quite pleased with the chance to finally try his hand at assimilation. Pyrrhic's ancestors had been claiming and reshaping mortals since Abraxas' fall from heaven and he was proud to follow in their footsteps. "You have a lot to learn," he said with a ghost of a smile. "My name is Pyrrhic, Heir to the Abraxas Empire. My forefather is Abraxas, The Fallen God, and it's He who has been watching and testing you." "And it's He," Pyrrhic said with a significant glance in Tsarvix's direction, "That led you to me. So you could be where you belong." With the lessons that had been recited to him since birth forever ringing in his ears, Pyrrhic paraphrased the Abraxas mission, doing his best to sum it up their righteous judgements. "We destroy those who stand between us and our throne in heaven. We punish those who might yet be saved." Thoughtfully, he added, "Destroying is a punishment in and of itself, I suppose." "We have a long walk ahead of us; ask any questions you like." "Pyrrhic" "Benkos" |