Post by The Pantheon on Aug 27, 2017 22:42:37 GMT -5
"And what kind of 'world' do you think you're going to create? What kind absence of mind have you had that has allowed you to think they...them, whatever they may become, are of consequence enough to occupy the same lands as us? Much less, the same streets, temples, and homes? Like we're some common neighbor who might stop by to share a meal? What kind of audacity and entitlement are you going to fill them with, brother?"
He paced as he spoke, his sentences running together in annoyance. Nothing about these mortals was quality enough to dwell among a deity like himself, or any of his brothers and cohorts. The idea of sharing a room with a creature that had such a finite existence was almost enough to make him retch.
"And further!" He continued. You think that anyone else is going to be okay with this? The only reason I don't laugh at you is because you are my brother, and I am more worried about you than I am disgusted with the intent of this conversation. We may not have our home, we may have lost the mortals' homes, but we still have some modicum of dignity, we did win the war. Albeit worse for the wear, but with our heads held high, and you want to wash that away by soiling our new home with dirty, filthy mortal footsteps? They're just colorful flesh-sacks with a twinge of sentience, they make better pets than they do servants or even supplicants! Think about this! THINK!"
His brother listened patiently at the rant of his fellow divine, not budging from his seat for even a moment. Once he was sure that the rant had concluded, he sighed.
"You're missing the point entirely," With a certain grace only an Olympian could muster, the previously silent masculine deity stood, gently approaching the other, and stopped within a step of him.
"They are not here for our amusement, nor to serve us, nor to be hostile against or dictate to calm our nerves at a whim. Our mother created them for us to learn from, so that..."
"LIES!" The angry, pale deity lashed out at his brother in retort. "They are at BEST in use when we throw hordes of them at our enemies, their lives matter less than the ground our mother has given them to walk on, and you want to elevate them to a level equal to our own! Find your way back to your right mind, brother, before you find your kingdom ruled by someone more fitting!"
There was a brief pause.
"And who would rule my kingdom better than I?" The question raised, thickening the tension in the room that much more.
"You ought not ask questions you prefer to leave unanswered. May our mother find whatever favor is left in you, and cleanse these thoughts from your mind, and soon."
With that, the clearly distraught deity took his leave in puff of ethereal, inky, black smoke.
He paced as he spoke, his sentences running together in annoyance. Nothing about these mortals was quality enough to dwell among a deity like himself, or any of his brothers and cohorts. The idea of sharing a room with a creature that had such a finite existence was almost enough to make him retch.
"And further!" He continued. You think that anyone else is going to be okay with this? The only reason I don't laugh at you is because you are my brother, and I am more worried about you than I am disgusted with the intent of this conversation. We may not have our home, we may have lost the mortals' homes, but we still have some modicum of dignity, we did win the war. Albeit worse for the wear, but with our heads held high, and you want to wash that away by soiling our new home with dirty, filthy mortal footsteps? They're just colorful flesh-sacks with a twinge of sentience, they make better pets than they do servants or even supplicants! Think about this! THINK!"
His brother listened patiently at the rant of his fellow divine, not budging from his seat for even a moment. Once he was sure that the rant had concluded, he sighed.
"You're missing the point entirely," With a certain grace only an Olympian could muster, the previously silent masculine deity stood, gently approaching the other, and stopped within a step of him.
"They are not here for our amusement, nor to serve us, nor to be hostile against or dictate to calm our nerves at a whim. Our mother created them for us to learn from, so that..."
"LIES!" The angry, pale deity lashed out at his brother in retort. "They are at BEST in use when we throw hordes of them at our enemies, their lives matter less than the ground our mother has given them to walk on, and you want to elevate them to a level equal to our own! Find your way back to your right mind, brother, before you find your kingdom ruled by someone more fitting!"
There was a brief pause.
"And who would rule my kingdom better than I?" The question raised, thickening the tension in the room that much more.
"You ought not ask questions you prefer to leave unanswered. May our mother find whatever favor is left in you, and cleanse these thoughts from your mind, and soon."
With that, the clearly distraught deity took his leave in puff of ethereal, inky, black smoke.