IMMACULATE ONE.

       false hymnals delivered as tribute for the false goddess. lids draw shut, a facsimile of a devotee. humanity’s plea to an idol, to a statuette that pleats itself with gold by hollowed at its core. there is no love she harnesses for this institution that only destroys / corrodes every crevasse, micromanages every conception of theories, of histories inscribed upon parchment. ivory digits clutched, clasped in the shape of a prayer. yet, in spite of her vitriol that encapsulates her very being, she too, acts in the shape of hypocrisy – a crepuscular creature, she dares lurk at night & ensnares her prey whilst past the break of dawn she feigns amicability, she feigns diplomacy. OH GODDESS, WHY DID YOU ALLOW THEM TO COMMIT SUCH HORRENDOUS ATROCITIES UPON US?oh, how the heir apparent begs with corrosive sarcasm, with irony that dangles on her silver tongue during these moments of prayer.  

      perennial truths passed from generations upon generations : the truth of nemesis, the truth of the immaculate one – why must they conceal? she knows not and she cares not; instead, she amounts a great deal of paramountcy upon the knowledge gained through her acquisitions. demons that inform her, voices that remind her : if not for the church she would not be standing upon this holy ground with the burdens of the empire to carry on her shoulders.

      as the trance disturbed by footsteps all too familiar, edelgard flutters open her eyes and dons the glamour that she so easily attributes to her paradigmatic personae.   ❛ —- lady rhea,  ❜   in courteous tones she speaks – a saccharine smile donned upon her lips within the archbishop’s presence.    ❛  how are you faring today?  ❜

@seiyros | starter call.

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋  / 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄. acts of the past, present and those of the future could addle any great leader, religious or otherwise. in truth, Seiros did not believe the foundations to which the church was built could truly save anyone. in fact, it bred falsehoods and false idols. she too was one of those facades.  ( OH MOTHER, WITHOUT YOU WE ARE LOST. THE WORLD IS REAPING RUIN, AND I TOO, AM HAND FEEDING IT.  )  intentions oft meant to heal, however, her own vengeance ate and ate until it found its fill. praying for aid, for guidance and the rebirth of progenitor god to lead them. atlas held up the world’s guild, and rhea could barely hold up her own. hollow verdant casts gaze upon the saints, wishful yet fully aware of her situation. blaspheme!    had she known those that slither in the dark had regained their footing, experimenting on children whilst the world continued on without knowledge of their heresy. what would she have done if she held that knowledge?                                       ---everything in her power to stop it. re-writing histories may have been what was best for humanity, or so the vestige of divinity thought. was I wrong?  respectful nod is given as she exits the cathedral, walking toward the library with little thought as to what else may need her attention at that moment. arrival has malachite tracing over the various written depictions of the church of seiros, historical documentation and the like. lithe digits move to pick up one of the very foundations of those regulations they abide by to this day. until intonation takes her attention, wondering why she hadn’t noted the adrestian previously.   ❝  MS. VON HRESVELG, HOW NICE TO SEE YOU. I AM FARING WELL, WHAT OF YOURSELF? GETTING A LITTLE EXTRA STUDYING IN BEFORE CLASSES IN THE MORNING?  ❞  dissonant, archbishops mind obviously being elsewhere could be observed in the way she holds herself. dulcet melody etched with a blaring brand of exhaustion.  ❝ YOU HAVE MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES IF I HAVE INTERRUPTED YOU.  ❞

❛ ° ✷ ─ STARTER CALL ! ❨  @seiyros ❩  ─ acc.

In this field of ambiguity , there was nothing like baring one’s fangs. It was something that shot adrenaline in her veins , despite the fact that the daemon was long convinced that whatever chance of the heart inside her vessel beating had perished eons ago. In this instance , the mater of the night did not reveal sharpened teeth eager to sink into the flesh of whatever fool , mortal or no , may have stirred ire within her.

❝ Clearly you haven’t been told the parables when you were young.  Shame. You just might have learned something that could have spared your life. ❞

❝  DIDACTIC HISTORY ISN’T EXACTLY PART OF MY PEOPLES INTEREST POOL. BUT, YOU ARE CORRECT. PERHAPS I WOULDN’T BE STARING DOWN THE MOTHER OF DAEMONS.   ❞  cheeky at best, playful even. but at least she still had that light within her, it had yet to be devoured by the void of hungry humans.  malachite alight with mischief and brimming curiosity, Seiros was young -- ready to learn and experience all the land had to offer.  quarter transformation conveyed glowing optics and sharpened fangs.     ❝  DO YOU WISH TO CHALLENGE ME THEN?   ❞  there is a level of ignorance tethered to tenor. knowledge would indeed be a powerful tool here. to the daughter of the progenitor god, who spent most of her time with nature in bloom rather than clashing swords and baring fangs.  

   “   𝑳𝑨𝑫𝒀  𝑹𝑯𝑬𝑨.   ”   her  tone  is  measured;  𝙙𝙚  𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙪𝙧.   “   you  wished  to  speak  to  me.   ”   @seiyros   ♥   !

❝   PROFESSOR, YES I DID ACTUALLY. I HEARD YOU WERE AIDING IN FINDING FLAYN. HAVE YOU HAD ANY PROGRESS IN THAT REGARD? I KNOW SETETH IS BESIDE HIMSELF WITH WORRY.  ❞   worry stricken, not often does such emotion riddle melodic tenor. refusing to yet fully face Byleth, not wanting countenance to reflect her current emotional state. 

TYPICALLY     ,      SHE     IS     SO     ENGROSSED          in   pleading      /      praying    ——       desperate   ,    desperate   ,    desperate   .    so   rarely   is   she   drawn   from   her   thoughts   ,    yet   the   archbishop’s   presence   is   not   one   to   be   ignored       (      her   voice   is   calming   ,    calming   ,    yet   it   sets   her   on   edge   .      )       slight   turn   of   the   head   ,      &&      wary   gaze   rests   upon   lady   rhea   .         ❛       i   ,    ah    ——       if   you’d   like   …       ❜         she   thinks   ,    thinks   ,    thinks      /      for   the   truth   is   something   held   close   to   her   heart   ,         ❛       there’s    ——       there’s   nothing   troubling   me   ,    really   .       ❜

(       but   she’s   always   been   a   terrible   liar   .      )

❝   MM... I SEE, WELL EITHER WAY. I NOTICED YOU SPEND A FAIR AMOUNT OF TIME IN PRAYER, NOT TO SAY BEING DEVOUT IS NECESSARILY A BAD THING. HOWEVER, OUR GODDESS IS AT TIMES SILENT WITH THE MORE IMMEDIATE MATTERS.   ❞  the archbishop tries to be articulate without being overly obvious, not wanting to make the other uncomfortable in the least. worried, truly and hoping there would be something she could do to ease another’s unease. these students fought wars on a daily basis. some battles were not the most obvious, some were battled behind lids.   ❝    IF YOU WOULD RATHER I LEAVE YOU BE, SIMPLY SAY SO MARIANNE.   ❞  vocalization still conveying patients, albeit a gentility reserved for concern.