Adam
Hallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to die
Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
As many conversations seemed to in Caido, this one quickly went over Adam's head. He had not sought out any more information on the Gods after Amalia's crash course, and he had been rather drunk during that particular tale. The blight he only knew of vaguely, too, and had not been too worried. He very rarely got ill (which was fortunate for all those around him, because he was a huge baby when he was sick).
Amalia was so dedicated to her Gods it was almost fascinating to see, Adam struggling to feel such devotion for anything except his own fleeting pleasures. What did it feel like, he wondered, to hold something so dear? To care about something away from yourself selflessly?
Sitting back, he watched between the two and listened. For the moment, miracuolously, he felt that his input wasn't needed; perhaps a moment of growth for him.
Amalia was so dedicated to her Gods it was almost fascinating to see, Adam struggling to feel such devotion for anything except his own fleeting pleasures. What did it feel like, he wondered, to hold something so dear? To care about something away from yourself selflessly?
Sitting back, he watched between the two and listened. For the moment, miracuolously, he felt that his input wasn't needed; perhaps a moment of growth for him.
Draw a white chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough
And this is what you get
