Soliael stood staring out the window of a grand temple, calmly watching as massive crowds of people moved around and about in the square below. He watched them as though they were ants, a god observing his followers. He frowned slightly as a mass of people began to gather before the temple. They watched and waited, each of them searching for something, each of them wanting to praise their gods. The already ancient Sith Lord stood watching them, staring at them with proud intensity.
They were all such fools. None of them understood, though some may have suspected. Soliael had long given up hope that there was such a thing as a god. The galaxy was far too cruel for such anything of divine nature.
Yet people still believed, in fact they searched for belief. Soliael had found it confusing at first, though of course he had exploited it at its fullest. Him and two others. Slowly Soliael turned around towards the other two men in the room. One was an alien, and the other a human much like him, and like him neither one of them was a god of any sort, yet they all claimed to be one. Soliael was Neth, god of Knowledge and Sorcery. Jacen was Ithari, god of war and destruction, and of course Menoetius was Erebos, divine of desication and destruction.
Three gods, none of whom really had any sort of power above the average force user. Yet people still believed in them, people still clamored and crawled before them. People worshiped them. It seemed odd to Soliael, though of course this had been the plan all along.
It had been meticulous in nature, seeding Moross on Exocron and other worlds. Making the people believe that the religion had been that of their ancestor, making them think it was hundred even thousands of years old. People had believed it quite readily, and when the Three Gods of Moross finally appeared they were even more readily accepted.
“The day of the pilgrimage.” Soliael said to his two companions, his words were musing in nature. “They will come today. All of them.”
Or at least a good chunk of them. Exocron was the mecca of Moross, it was where the religion began and it was the home world of the Three Gods. This was where one came to truly be within the faith, and this was the day for that. When the three of them had created Moross they had designed a day of Pilgrimage, a day where people could come to Exocron and visit them, a day where the faith came together.
Soliael smiled at his two companions. “Are you ready to perform miracles?”
They were all such fools. None of them understood, though some may have suspected. Soliael had long given up hope that there was such a thing as a god. The galaxy was far too cruel for such anything of divine nature.
Yet people still believed, in fact they searched for belief. Soliael had found it confusing at first, though of course he had exploited it at its fullest. Him and two others. Slowly Soliael turned around towards the other two men in the room. One was an alien, and the other a human much like him, and like him neither one of them was a god of any sort, yet they all claimed to be one. Soliael was Neth, god of Knowledge and Sorcery. Jacen was Ithari, god of war and destruction, and of course Menoetius was Erebos, divine of desication and destruction.
Three gods, none of whom really had any sort of power above the average force user. Yet people still believed in them, people still clamored and crawled before them. People worshiped them. It seemed odd to Soliael, though of course this had been the plan all along.
It had been meticulous in nature, seeding Moross on Exocron and other worlds. Making the people believe that the religion had been that of their ancestor, making them think it was hundred even thousands of years old. People had believed it quite readily, and when the Three Gods of Moross finally appeared they were even more readily accepted.
“The day of the pilgrimage.” Soliael said to his two companions, his words were musing in nature. “They will come today. All of them.”
Or at least a good chunk of them. Exocron was the mecca of Moross, it was where the religion began and it was the home world of the Three Gods. This was where one came to truly be within the faith, and this was the day for that. When the three of them had created Moross they had designed a day of Pilgrimage, a day where people could come to Exocron and visit them, a day where the faith came together.
Soliael smiled at his two companions. “Are you ready to perform miracles?”