Blood Fire
In Vitae Veritas.
He could feel it, bubbling beneath the surface of his thoughts - the ever present rage, the wrath that destroyed and created, the divine fury of God made manifest in his chosen Monsters.
He could see it, perfectly mirrored in all the many tales of Angry Gods and Goddesses.
He could recite it, the truth of the Old Testament God.
Fire. Plague. Destruction.
A god who Tempted to Teach.
A god who Damned the Unworthy and Saved the Worthy.
The books blurred..
The blood called.
In Vitae Veritas.
This was Quadragesima, a time of reflection, a time of prayer, a time of fasting..
And yet the prayers were ones of battle, and absolution.
Fire and Brimstone.
Blood and Ash.
And he knew he should feel something, some regret, some pause, some tremor of faith that was not fury..
But all there was burned and boiled..
In Vitae Veritas
The blood of Gods ran in his veins..
A Julian, those with Divine Right of Rule.
A Rakshasa, those Fallen, Destroyers of Gods, bringers of Chaos.
A Dirae, grandechilde of Inanna, war bringer, king maker.
In Vitae Veritas
Months of study for this moment..
He felt the wrath become greater than him..
felt the sacred flame descend upon him..
felt it crown his brow and turn him into something greater.
An Avatar.
The pleasure in the Sacrifice
The taste of ash upon the winds as the Flames took them
The hot spill of blood
The stains upon the altar
The hate.. transforming him into something greater.
**
I am not some godless beast who stalks beneath the dark grandeur of sanctity.
I am the grandeur.
I am Sanctified.
Marcus penned the above excerpt from the Malediction of Longinous and then smiled a wicked smile before putting pen to paper again..
For the first time, I think I understand what Longinous meant by those words. I am the Grandeur. I am Sanctified. And I have taken another step on becoming Greater than any before me. I am God's Wrath and I shall scourge the unworthy.
Marcus placed the pen aside, and closed the journal.
And as he stood up his eyes fell upon two things.. a small green journal with two initials inlaid in gold & a spearhead.. and he smiled a wicked smile.
He could feel it, bubbling beneath the surface of his thoughts - the ever present rage, the wrath that destroyed and created, the divine fury of God made manifest in his chosen Monsters.
He could see it, perfectly mirrored in all the many tales of Angry Gods and Goddesses.
He could recite it, the truth of the Old Testament God.
Fire. Plague. Destruction.
A god who Tempted to Teach.
A god who Damned the Unworthy and Saved the Worthy.
The books blurred..
The blood called.
In Vitae Veritas.
This was Quadragesima, a time of reflection, a time of prayer, a time of fasting..
And yet the prayers were ones of battle, and absolution.
Fire and Brimstone.
Blood and Ash.
And he knew he should feel something, some regret, some pause, some tremor of faith that was not fury..
But all there was burned and boiled..
In Vitae Veritas
The blood of Gods ran in his veins..
A Julian, those with Divine Right of Rule.
A Rakshasa, those Fallen, Destroyers of Gods, bringers of Chaos.
A Dirae, grandechilde of Inanna, war bringer, king maker.
In Vitae Veritas
Months of study for this moment..
He felt the wrath become greater than him..
felt the sacred flame descend upon him..
felt it crown his brow and turn him into something greater.
An Avatar.
The pleasure in the Sacrifice
The taste of ash upon the winds as the Flames took them
The hot spill of blood
The stains upon the altar
The hate.. transforming him into something greater.
**
I am not some godless beast who stalks beneath the dark grandeur of sanctity.
I am the grandeur.
I am Sanctified.
Marcus penned the above excerpt from the Malediction of Longinous and then smiled a wicked smile before putting pen to paper again..
For the first time, I think I understand what Longinous meant by those words. I am the Grandeur. I am Sanctified. And I have taken another step on becoming Greater than any before me. I am God's Wrath and I shall scourge the unworthy.
Marcus placed the pen aside, and closed the journal.
And as he stood up his eyes fell upon two things.. a small green journal with two initials inlaid in gold & a spearhead.. and he smiled a wicked smile.