The Deluge
Punished for Faith
Wearing: Mother's Flesh (Brain Demon Catsuit'
Armed With: Parental Rights (Red Saberstaff)
Objective: Cheer Percival up.
The Deluge had taken Percival Io far from the proceedings in the chamber of Midas back to her apartment. As she was still legally recognized as Rebecca Io, there were no calls for her to vacate the apartment...but because she was a freaking Cultist, everyone steered clear of her apartment door, onlu Model 1's living there brave enough to walk by it. The Medical Nuetralizers came by daily to check on Thel. But The Deluge's love held true--the infant remained unharmed.
She had busily been feeding him and changing him for the past ten minutes.
"I understand something about your Mother that you don't..." The Deluge admitted as she finished changing Thel out. "Your Mother absolutely does love you. But she also loves Amy. And right now, those two feelings are qually intense, at war within herself. The Cult understands such things. That is part of the reason we are so useful to her--we perceive the motives of others more clearly. Especially the motives of ordinary people."
She did not tell him that the Chaplains had likely been designed in emulation of this, this ability to understand a person's ID.
"She doesn't want to hurt you. Not really. But she cannot help it at this point. Her obsessions dominate her." The Deluge explained carefully, as she began to cook. She wasn't quite sure how she remembered their favorite meal together, as she never rememebered eating it before, but she nonetheless whipped it up in about fifteen minutes.
"Also, as difficult as this may be for you to believe, Amy didn't have to persuade the Brain Demon to let me keep my memories of you. Perhaps it is sheer manipulation, but then again, she didn't have to let me keep memories of Thel either..."
As she cooked, her eyes fell on a picture of her deceased husband, Denithel. She picked it up idly, Thel sleeping snugly next to Percival.
"I remember only that he was a good man. I remember more of you than I do of him." The Deluge remarked, "She didn't even have to let me keep that much. From the Cult's perspective, corrupting someone fully to the Dark Side is an act of enlightenment and salvation. From Amy's perspective, she has perfected one who is loved by the son of the woman she loves. And thus, to corrupt me is, in her mind to ensure that those closest to Xiphos and her family are never without the blessing of the Dark Side. To ensure you are never far away from it's guidance. In her mind, as difficult as it will be for you to accept...she thought she was honoring and ensuring your guidance and protection."
The Deluge finished drying a dish, looking completely unsettling and out of place in a domestic setting with that skintight white catsuit and femme fatale gaze, seeing to domestic affairs.
She then went over to Percival, picking up Thel and gently rocking him.
"I'm not saying this to sway you from your hatred, just providing you an insight into Cult mindsets. Things that seem repulsive and unforgivable to you are acts of enlightenment and kindness to us, and thus, to impart them onto others is, in our minds, a chance for them to achieve enlightenment and salvation as we have."
He face glazed over in an expression of human peace, the Witches going still in her as she gently rocked a sleeping Thel back and forth.
"As a spiritual counselor, did you truly never consider the idea that Amy, in her own mind, actually want's what's best for you, as repulsive as she is to you?"
Armed With: Parental Rights (Red Saberstaff)
Objective: Cheer Percival up.
The Deluge had taken Percival Io far from the proceedings in the chamber of Midas back to her apartment. As she was still legally recognized as Rebecca Io, there were no calls for her to vacate the apartment...but because she was a freaking Cultist, everyone steered clear of her apartment door, onlu Model 1's living there brave enough to walk by it. The Medical Nuetralizers came by daily to check on Thel. But The Deluge's love held true--the infant remained unharmed.
She had busily been feeding him and changing him for the past ten minutes.
"I understand something about your Mother that you don't..." The Deluge admitted as she finished changing Thel out. "Your Mother absolutely does love you. But she also loves Amy. And right now, those two feelings are qually intense, at war within herself. The Cult understands such things. That is part of the reason we are so useful to her--we perceive the motives of others more clearly. Especially the motives of ordinary people."
She did not tell him that the Chaplains had likely been designed in emulation of this, this ability to understand a person's ID.
"She doesn't want to hurt you. Not really. But she cannot help it at this point. Her obsessions dominate her." The Deluge explained carefully, as she began to cook. She wasn't quite sure how she remembered their favorite meal together, as she never rememebered eating it before, but she nonetheless whipped it up in about fifteen minutes.
"Also, as difficult as this may be for you to believe, Amy didn't have to persuade the Brain Demon to let me keep my memories of you. Perhaps it is sheer manipulation, but then again, she didn't have to let me keep memories of Thel either..."
As she cooked, her eyes fell on a picture of her deceased husband, Denithel. She picked it up idly, Thel sleeping snugly next to Percival.
"I remember only that he was a good man. I remember more of you than I do of him." The Deluge remarked, "She didn't even have to let me keep that much. From the Cult's perspective, corrupting someone fully to the Dark Side is an act of enlightenment and salvation. From Amy's perspective, she has perfected one who is loved by the son of the woman she loves. And thus, to corrupt me is, in her mind to ensure that those closest to Xiphos and her family are never without the blessing of the Dark Side. To ensure you are never far away from it's guidance. In her mind, as difficult as it will be for you to accept...she thought she was honoring and ensuring your guidance and protection."
The Deluge finished drying a dish, looking completely unsettling and out of place in a domestic setting with that skintight white catsuit and femme fatale gaze, seeing to domestic affairs.
She then went over to Percival, picking up Thel and gently rocking him.
"I'm not saying this to sway you from your hatred, just providing you an insight into Cult mindsets. Things that seem repulsive and unforgivable to you are acts of enlightenment and kindness to us, and thus, to impart them onto others is, in our minds, a chance for them to achieve enlightenment and salvation as we have."
He face glazed over in an expression of human peace, the Witches going still in her as she gently rocked a sleeping Thel back and forth.
"As a spiritual counselor, did you truly never consider the idea that Amy, in her own mind, actually want's what's best for you, as repulsive as she is to you?"
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