You asked me what I found in the faction of my choosing. I answered. I said I was not here to curry your favor, or press you into service of either. You could die here, Unharmonized. That is a choice you may make, too. I will bring your Shard to the Tree if you ask it, and give you another chance — free of the burden of this Oracle.
[ A god is absolute, purity of might without the wretched, expended effort of the powerless to attain it. He was born-made for it, crowned in it, filled with it as more than birthright — as evidence of the world's authority, of reality and causality. Because he exists in Kenos, is it not proof enough in the eyes of others that reality as it was has gone no where — that it has simply been misplaced? Not everyone puts stock in gods, though. Atheists and the secular-minded spurn him readily, but they will not for long. Not when he attains prestige, not when he stands above them all in dark, abyssal glory and demands of them their unfaltering faith.
And then, he will devour all he must, to seek his goal. For he is not a brilliant god of honor and light, but something bleak and blood-soaked, his divinity dark and diabolic, and his attitude that of a half-mad narcissist. Makoto is not wrong, to loathe a creature such as this; Makoto, who has crawled before the memory of a god that would not save him or love him, must now meet another god who would speak to him of power, of that which he has lost.
He does not begrudge this creature. ]
Or, do you wish to end the cycle? I can do that for you, too.
[ Set will not offer just one option. He offers every one that is within his power, because he has it. For Makoto, for those like Makoto, he has it. With his eyes wide, the same shade as his hair — that setting-sun scarlet, the lurid splash of blood, the beautiful color of someone's innards, of fire and ruby-red madness. The manner of god he is is not a god of people, nor a god that absolves and coddles. He is a god of disorder, one that exists to rattle the hearts of those who think they are resolved; to confuse those who think their minds honed, think their confidence unfounded.
Not a thing he offers is for a faction, distinctly. Each thing is for Makoto alone. ]
Or. If you do not care for the past, or the future, then what the now? Fix your eyes here. Upon the one who embodies all you seem to scorn. Am I not a brilliant enough target, that you would want to have me brought low before you?
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[ A god is absolute, purity of might without the wretched, expended effort of the powerless to attain it. He was born-made for it, crowned in it, filled with it as more than birthright — as evidence of the world's authority, of reality and causality. Because he exists in Kenos, is it not proof enough in the eyes of others that reality as it was has gone no where — that it has simply been misplaced? Not everyone puts stock in gods, though. Atheists and the secular-minded spurn him readily, but they will not for long. Not when he attains prestige, not when he stands above them all in dark, abyssal glory and demands of them their unfaltering faith.
And then, he will devour all he must, to seek his goal. For he is not a brilliant god of honor and light, but something bleak and blood-soaked, his divinity dark and diabolic, and his attitude that of a half-mad narcissist. Makoto is not wrong, to loathe a creature such as this; Makoto, who has crawled before the memory of a god that would not save him or love him, must now meet another god who would speak to him of power, of that which he has lost.
He does not begrudge this creature. ]
Or, do you wish to end the cycle? I can do that for you, too.
[ Set will not offer just one option. He offers every one that is within his power, because he has it. For Makoto, for those like Makoto, he has it. With his eyes wide, the same shade as his hair — that setting-sun scarlet, the lurid splash of blood, the beautiful color of someone's innards, of fire and ruby-red madness. The manner of god he is is not a god of people, nor a god that absolves and coddles. He is a god of disorder, one that exists to rattle the hearts of those who think they are resolved; to confuse those who think their minds honed, think their confidence unfounded.
Not a thing he offers is for a faction, distinctly. Each thing is for Makoto alone. ]
Or. If you do not care for the past, or the future, then what the now? Fix your eyes here. Upon the one who embodies all you seem to scorn. Am I not a brilliant enough target, that you would want to have me brought low before you?