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06-10-2019, 06:08 PM
Malleus quirked a brow as Tsarvix said he was loyal to his Fallen God. There was only one. Perhaps the mortal was the kind that thought the Fallen God was a personal god. There were some Abraxas who thought that way. Malleus wasn't one of them, but he didn't begrudge them their belief. To him, the Fallen God worked from a distance and left most of the day to day things to his followers. Malleus credited him for the occasional intervention, but he didn't think the Fallen God was with him enough - or cared enough about him personally - to handle his day to day affairs. Tsarvix gave him a rundown of the life that had brought him to the Abraxas. It was a rather simple life but that might have just been because he was telling an abridged version of it. Malleus learned little about what specifically had brought the mortal to his son, but learning about Tsarvix's mother did give him a sense of where he'd come from. Even if the beginning wasn't the work of the Fallen God, Malleus couldn't deny that it had shaped Tsarvix and prepared him for his time with the Abraxas. "I see," he murmured noncommittally. Upon hearing Tsarvix's question Malleus glanced back at him curiously. "No, I can't read minds in the traditional sense. The Fallen God saw fit to give his people many gifts, but that isn't one of them." He resumed walking. "Curious question," he commented, the statement meant to bait Tsarvix into saying more. |