The meeting had ended however it had ended, and Gideon had gone to continue his usual routines, though he was admittedly distracted. The lighting of the candles in the Cathedral, something he usually stayed as mindful as he could during, went by quickly, his thoughts lost in other places; he had never ventured far out of Stormbreak, but now he found himself burning with curiosity to know and see what lay beyond.
And to correct the sins of those living without the Gods.
He had fantasised once or twice about lecturing the wayward Ascended on their crimes to nature, on telling them plainly just how damned their souls and lives were, but he'd yet to meet one. Gideon was caught up in another one of these imaginary scenarios, letting the Ascended in his mind (huge fangs, evil cackle, blood dripping down the chin) really have it, when he paid the price of his distraction: he burnt himself on the match, gritting his teeth and waving his finger back and forth. "Ah, damn." He mumbled, the sound echoing around the mostly-empty hall.
And to correct the sins of those living without the Gods.
He had fantasised once or twice about lecturing the wayward Ascended on their crimes to nature, on telling them plainly just how damned their souls and lives were, but he'd yet to meet one. Gideon was caught up in another one of these imaginary scenarios, letting the Ascended in his mind (huge fangs, evil cackle, blood dripping down the chin) really have it, when he paid the price of his distraction: he burnt himself on the match, gritting his teeth and waving his finger back and forth. "Ah, damn." He mumbled, the sound echoing around the mostly-empty hall.
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
