GOD OF THE NEW AGE.

   “  especially for the pious church i’d argue, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ?  ”  khalid reconciles his sight to the map laid before him, and it tells him nothing. he’s nearly burnt off his lashes from staring at it, and so far into the night, it has led nowhere. 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆——— 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢.  “  i can’t help but get the feeling you’re key to whatever truth rhea is so keen to keeping to herself. call it a hunch.  ”

former demon, turned god through excruciating pain and agony  /  loss and tragedy, immortality was a curse thrust upon him by forces beyond his own comprehension. goddess, benevolent in her own way, granted him only notions of peace with bits and pieces of her own knowledge prior to her slumber ----------- but it wasn’t enough. never enough to sate the hunger of the fell star. but ... his mind was an enigma, one that need not share its burdens. 

❝ o-oh! yes , of course , you can. ❞  WITH THE EAGERNESS OF HER VOICE , pushing back the chaos momentarily , sweet serenity that plagues her front. polished phalanges that gripped emerald stem , hoisting from woven basket && presenting the golden lily towards the other in front of her. ❝ the price depends on the customer. ❞ she began to explain , corners rose high && a giggle escaped.❝ for you —- it’s on the house. ❞

          she granted the former professor a quiet observance, as one would look on during a mass or — klaudia peered closer — a funeral procession, family and friends in mourning. the only memento, a diary, held onto like a lifeline, scoured for meaning. and from the ashes, a rebirth, an ascension, divine apotheosis. of that, she was as certain as she was of the familiar tingling at the back of her mind.

          the mention of the church’s truths piqued her interest immediately as one who oft doubted their intentions. despite the fact that she’d unwaveringly stood at dimitri’s side, the existence of the church was but another thorn in her own side. the enigmatic order filled her dreams, sowing more and more distrust the more cryptic such visions grew. ( were these just another set of delusions to weigh her down ? ). of course, of course, it was important; of course, of course she wanted to know. however … it was neither the time or place.

          ❛ you cannot fight two wars at once, ❜ she spoke after a moment of deliberation. ❛ even if i should desire that knowledge, i know that it will not be worth the lives an end to this war would save. ❜ for a fleeting moment, just one, she pondered what the old klaudia would say to that. surely … she’d have laughed and deemed the woman mad. the dramatic irony. ❛ then we can focus on the church. ❜ 

❝  are we not already?  ❞ a curious tilt of his head, emerald gaze shifting slowly from words ‘pon a page to another standing near to him. saint seiros, she’d stolen everything from him. mother, father, thine own heart; his body was not his own anymore. progenitor god, are you not among us now? he stands amongst them, human in appearance ... but he knows. the goddess knows. he is of a different breed. there is divinity in these veins, coursing through him like a flowing river. the church would dare say his way of thinking neared heretical, foolish. to have been merged with the creator of the world ------ none but sothis would believe. (  he can hear her laughs in the back of his subconscious ------ or is that his own laughter now? he could hardly tell the difference.  )