The landscape changes, the focus on the Spire, the monolithic monument - evidently once a prison, a cage to an incredible power, who had - finally moving along. The township that has seemingly arisen from long-lost ruins, dust wiped off and life restored, lights illuminating homes, families, life. It was a stark contrast to the topic we were discussing, and it settled the frustration rising within me, the tide of my anger flowing into something different - a soft curiosity once more, a quiet observance of the world around me, welcoming the sights and sounds.
So it was confirmed, another god does ask for sacrifice, or at least, death, slaughter in his name. Ludo, and it makes sense, inasmuch as gods can make sense to my mind of science and logic, that a god claiming to be the patron God of Death would seek that which he stands for from his followers. I nodded in acceptance of this information, though my mind still whirled, as it was wont to do. Was he asking his followers to sacrifice their own lives? No, it would seem he was asking for their souls - for though I had not experienced taking the life of another human before, in all the stories I've read (hello Harry Potter), taking another's life damaged one's own soul, one's very fibre of being.
The "gods" that existed mostly in the minds of their followers on Earth historically asked for such things, though always conveniently through words written or spoken by mere mortal men. I was sceptical of any talk of gods until I saw one for myself, or experienced their power directly (- had I not experienced their touch directly when I was brought to this realm? -), to my mind, the gods of this realm were still simply very powerful beings, so much so that compared to us mortal men, they were gods. There was a distinction in my mind between 'true' gods and these very-powerful beings (though perhaps it was simply me trying to cope, refusing to accept this fantasy as reality until I had no choice).
It was strange, though most likely only to me, to wander streets where human foot-traffic often wandered, where evidence of life thrived, where people were retreating into their homes. What a sight it must've made, a leopard and a hellhound wandering down the street. 'Beautiful.' I summarised quite succinctly, drinking in the sights and the smells, the view of a world from a leopard's height. As the night sky filled with more stars, the depth of the evening became more apparent to me, and a touch of concern for my return trip to Halo rose within me - I had intruded long enough on the time of this man, this beast.
'I know the way to the portal from here,' I begin, pausing my stride to peer directly into the dark depths of the hound's gaze. 'I appreciate all you have told me, and shown me.' I reiterate, preparing to state my farewells, lest I be stuck here longer than I initially anticipated.
So it was confirmed, another god does ask for sacrifice, or at least, death, slaughter in his name. Ludo, and it makes sense, inasmuch as gods can make sense to my mind of science and logic, that a god claiming to be the patron God of Death would seek that which he stands for from his followers. I nodded in acceptance of this information, though my mind still whirled, as it was wont to do. Was he asking his followers to sacrifice their own lives? No, it would seem he was asking for their souls - for though I had not experienced taking the life of another human before, in all the stories I've read (hello Harry Potter), taking another's life damaged one's own soul, one's very fibre of being.
The "gods" that existed mostly in the minds of their followers on Earth historically asked for such things, though always conveniently through words written or spoken by mere mortal men. I was sceptical of any talk of gods until I saw one for myself, or experienced their power directly (- had I not experienced their touch directly when I was brought to this realm? -), to my mind, the gods of this realm were still simply very powerful beings, so much so that compared to us mortal men, they were gods. There was a distinction in my mind between 'true' gods and these very-powerful beings (though perhaps it was simply me trying to cope, refusing to accept this fantasy as reality until I had no choice).
It was strange, though most likely only to me, to wander streets where human foot-traffic often wandered, where evidence of life thrived, where people were retreating into their homes. What a sight it must've made, a leopard and a hellhound wandering down the street. 'Beautiful.' I summarised quite succinctly, drinking in the sights and the smells, the view of a world from a leopard's height. As the night sky filled with more stars, the depth of the evening became more apparent to me, and a touch of concern for my return trip to Halo rose within me - I had intruded long enough on the time of this man, this beast.
'I know the way to the portal from here,' I begin, pausing my stride to peer directly into the dark depths of the hound's gaze. 'I appreciate all you have told me, and shown me.' I reiterate, preparing to state my farewells, lest I be stuck here longer than I initially anticipated.
Chulane
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