the stories i could tell
'Well...it's as you say. They are not my children. Once I devoted my time and efforts to trying to make this world better, and I was cast out and shamed for it. So now I've redirected my efforts toward making things better for my kind."
Smiling slightly at that particular choice of words, the Voice nods as if to say that needn't always be the case.
"Oh no? I wonder who knows him better now? I will say that for as much as Neron liked pain, he is glad not to be shackled by it anymore. It has freed him in ways you might not yet be able to imagine." But you could. "I ask for very little. I do not issue marching orders for the ascended that I expect to be obeyed without question. Our family discusses things and makes decisions together. You would be part of that family, a family that unlike the one from which you came, will never be broken." Pausing, she sits straighter upon the marble. "The old gods are fickle and selfish. Most of them, anyway. Have you ever wondered why it is that Rae has never interfered? Only Vi, Mort, and their heralds? It is because only Rae knows that the ascended are simply a natural progression. I have taken humanity and elevated it. That Mort and Vi are controlling over their creations is all the mort reason to escape them."
Raising a brow and letting her gaze linger on Loren, she offers him a sweet smile. "What have the gods ever done for you, Loren? Besides tell you to only approach them when what you have to say or ask is of interest to them? Gods who demand offerings. Who belittle you? Who help you but only with cryptic wording and vaguery?" She holds up the metal he has brought. "Have they ever thanked you? Did any of them offer to take this metal and cure everyone?"
Smiling slightly at that particular choice of words, the Voice nods as if to say that needn't always be the case.
"Oh no? I wonder who knows him better now? I will say that for as much as Neron liked pain, he is glad not to be shackled by it anymore. It has freed him in ways you might not yet be able to imagine." But you could. "I ask for very little. I do not issue marching orders for the ascended that I expect to be obeyed without question. Our family discusses things and makes decisions together. You would be part of that family, a family that unlike the one from which you came, will never be broken." Pausing, she sits straighter upon the marble. "The old gods are fickle and selfish. Most of them, anyway. Have you ever wondered why it is that Rae has never interfered? Only Vi, Mort, and their heralds? It is because only Rae knows that the ascended are simply a natural progression. I have taken humanity and elevated it. That Mort and Vi are controlling over their creations is all the mort reason to escape them."
Raising a brow and letting her gaze linger on Loren, she offers him a sweet smile. "What have the gods ever done for you, Loren? Besides tell you to only approach them when what you have to say or ask is of interest to them? Gods who demand offerings. Who belittle you? Who help you but only with cryptic wording and vaguery?" She holds up the metal he has brought. "Have they ever thanked you? Did any of them offer to take this metal and cure everyone?"
