Cerillium wrote:AETEN II wrote:Volturius didn't speak a word. Although this was likely due to his mind collapsing from an inability to process the last thing he heard and had thus fainted. Rolling on the joint of his backwards-facing talons, Volturius then promptly fell flat on his back like a log, his augmentations kicking in to prevent his brain from being seriously harmed by such maddening conceptions. After several minutes of a comatose state, Volturius eventually shook off the state of shock, although he still was quite confused.
"Yes. I don't find any of the other things you've mentioned to be alarming brother- Necrons are far more terrifying even to our blood, but the last part... how did this happen exactly?"
"Tipper," Tipper soothed while fanning his face with a menu. "I sense it's the same god, but different. She loves this emperor?"
Ceril pondered telling them the entire story but it was dull work and there weren't enough days in the year to tell it all. Plus the entire 'heresy and honey badgers' thing. No, better to keep it simple. CSM were loyal; Ceril didn't want to reveal too much.
"She loves him," he said to Tipper. "As for how it happened? How does anything happen? She's an avatar. She has free will. At any time, our god can fully manifest in her. Think of a small balloon squeezed through a hole in a fence and then blown up. The air inside can be on either side of the fence. You can squeeze all of the air to only one side, too. The balloon in incapable of popping. That's the best way to think of how the god's power flows. But free will? The balloon goes completely on the other side of the fence and drags an air hose through the hole. The air can still flow, but the balloon is free to bob and move wherever it wants. Swith has her own emotions, opinions and thoughts apart from our god, but is still a manifestation of him. Does that makes sense? The balloons are all that way. They have names apart from the name we know them as, and they float among us to learn of our ways, to learn of our past, and to influence things in order to bring on the future you and I know."
Ogoti carried Sapphire to the guest bedroom and set her on the bed. He covered her with a light blanket and left more water on the night stand. "Poor dear, I'll have a cultist keep an eye on you," he whispered.
He left his sleeping niece in the hands of one of his boys along with instructions to provide her with anything she wanted.
Klaus had baked a cake for Blythe. It wasn't an exploding cake or a poisoned cake or filled with oats. It was Betty Crocker box mix, in fact; a chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting.
"Now I know how an Ork Mercenary feels when I try to explain what a firing mechanism is. I'm not going to bother asking why they simply didn't take over and quickly assimilate the planet or convert everyone instantaneously, as it's foolish of me to ask such as I couldn't even comprehend it." Volturius noted before standing up again and wishing he still had normal feet simply so he could magnetically seal his feet to the floor.
