No Vision for the Future [Hadrian and Amalia Social]
Aug 15, 2018 19:23:43 GMT -5
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Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Aug 15, 2018 19:23:43 GMT -5
Lieb Ihn, und gib dich Ihm aus Liebe
Love him, and give yourself to him out of love…
The words were etched, unmissable in letters that were as large as Hadrian, in the base of the Emperor’s effigy in the Vandenreich Kathedralehalle. A command, perhaps the only true command a Sternritter - or even a Vandenreich Quincy in general - would ever receive from the Emperor himself. Nothing else really mattered in the end. Everything could be peeled back layer by layer to this one creed, the one everyone was expected to follow absolutely. If only the hearts of Quincy could remain as firm and as resolute as these letters. Hadrian’s hand ran along the icy stone, feeling the crevices and etches - allowing the sanctity of the space to consume him for a moment.
He was alone here, alone with the Emperor with whom he so desperately wished to speak. It had been so long since their last meeting, and yet so much had happened. There was so much to say, so much to ask, so much that needed to be forgiven… Hadrian stopped his pacing, his breath racing for a moment, his hand paused on the icy ‘L’ of ‘Liebe’. So much had happened because of this love… Multiple genocides, several wars, thousands of deaths - both innocent and non-innocent… Did this even line up with Hadrian’s idea of love? How could such a pure emotion cause such tragedy? It made no sense!
It was like he had been struck by a blow to the back of his head. Hadrian staggered, falling on the steps below the effigy - his hand sliding off the cold ‘L’. He had been a fool, he always had been. Stumbling around in the dark, trying to make sense of a confusing situation… But he had never felt so lost before as he had now. He needed to hear His words, to talk to Him for a little while. His heart ached like that of a lonely lover, in desperate need of the one who made them whole…
”My Lord, can you hear me?”
Hadrian appeal was a whisper, a mere token movement of his lips and tongue, a slight breeze of air that formed words which were immediately lost in the cavernous hall of the Kathedrale. It didn’t even echo, it practically died in Hadrian’s mouth. A pitiful appeal to His power. No Emperor would ever answer to such a weak petition. It, in fact, was a damning indictment of the Sternritter - a black mark against his faith, another flicker in the flame of his devotion. To ask for the Emperor so pitifully would yield no results, none at all. Prayer required courage. And to be heard required faith that He was listening.
Hadrian stood up, still shaky on his feet, physically weakened by the turmoil in his mind. Supporting himself against the base of the statue, he lay his hands on the stone, before placing his forehead against it also. His skin felt like it was burning against the cool stone, like dropping a scalding iron into a frozen pool. But the cool stone provided Hadrian with relief, enough for his disquiet to abate and allow him to form a more worthy prayer. His words were strong now, targeted directly at Him, petitioning for the guidance Hadrian so desperately required…
”My Lord, you know me… I have endeavoured to always serve you well, I lay down my life for your cause… My Lord, please hear me, I wish to hear your voice again, to quench this raging fire in my soul…”
Hadrian paused, his mind for a moment flitting back to the small prayerbooks that Caesar had written and had provided for the newest recruits. He remembered practically devouring his with pride, reciting the prayers every night and morning, petitioning for strength, power, improvements. How selfish he had been, how foolish. He had been so blinded by his quest to improve his abilities that he had almost never used the prayers in the latter half of the book - the Beichte and the Glaubensbekenntnis. He had always felt so sure in his actions that he never wished for forgiveness, so unquestioning of his faith that he felt no need to profess it.
”Sometimes I see nothing but myself in the mirror, no vision fo the future, I grow old without progress. The gears turn and turn and turn and turn and turn, but the hands of the clock never move forward, they never draw closer to where I wish they could be. I believe, I believe, I believe in that world, that Wahrwelt, that dream, that utopia you laid out for me… Where you rule us out of love for us, where we serve you out of love for you…”
Hadrian felt himself sliding down the wall, ending up kneeling at the statue. There was so much to say, but how could he say it? How could he admit to his weakness, to his doubts?
”I want that world more than anything else, more than anything this world can offer… But as of late I cannot see that world which you once promised me. My thoughts are clouded as if like breath on the mirror, please help me wipe the doubt away. I don’t want to live with this torment. Why do you promise me peace, promise me a world without fear, yet turn a blind eye to the atrocities of Amalia and the others?! I want nothing but the best for your people, to deliver them to the Wahrwelt! But to let them gorge themselves on their desires for destruction, to sate their thirst for revenge, just turns the good people away. People who I’m sure could love you! Just if given the chance to see you, unclouded by the hate which our actions have put in their eyes! Do they not deserve to love you too, they certainly are capable of it!”
Hadrian did not know when he had stepped away from the base, when he had started shouting at the effigy, when he had stopped paying attention to whether he was alone or not.
”There are things to love about this world and your one too! What is imperfect can be perfected, that’s why you permit me to serve you! So why, oh why, oh why, oh why, do you let them be pushed away? Am I the one that’s wrong? Have I failed your test? Am I too lax in my judgement, would you rather Amalia’s handpicked society? Am I the one who has been tempted by the devil? Am I the one who has gone astray?!”
For a moment he was transported to that leafy boulevard in Amsterdam, a picture-perfect moment of him being led astray. Being so taken in by the world he had to let go of. Trapped by love, a love that he had thought he had discarded upon promotion. But now these feelings resurged like an eruption, magma into lava, tethering him to this world. He had been dragged back by his own weakness, chained down by his own frailty. The grinding gears and minimal progress was not because of Amalia or anyone else. But it was because he still loved the world he had to destroy. It could not continue! He could not live like this!
”It’s all my fault! I see nothing but her face in the mirror, no visions of the future, my love now holds me back. Give me the power to save them! Or to judge them and destroy them! No, please give them a place in your world! Don’t let my weakness fail you, give me the strength to serve you - you know that I do love you! I cannot live like this anymore! Please assuage these feelings, don’t lead me astray! Protect me, der Kaiser! Don’t let me love the world this way, strengthen the reason I want to have it changed! Let me see nothing but your world in the mirror! Your vision of the future! The fate you’ve planned for us!”
Love him, and give yourself to him out of love…
The words were etched, unmissable in letters that were as large as Hadrian, in the base of the Emperor’s effigy in the Vandenreich Kathedralehalle. A command, perhaps the only true command a Sternritter - or even a Vandenreich Quincy in general - would ever receive from the Emperor himself. Nothing else really mattered in the end. Everything could be peeled back layer by layer to this one creed, the one everyone was expected to follow absolutely. If only the hearts of Quincy could remain as firm and as resolute as these letters. Hadrian’s hand ran along the icy stone, feeling the crevices and etches - allowing the sanctity of the space to consume him for a moment.
He was alone here, alone with the Emperor with whom he so desperately wished to speak. It had been so long since their last meeting, and yet so much had happened. There was so much to say, so much to ask, so much that needed to be forgiven… Hadrian stopped his pacing, his breath racing for a moment, his hand paused on the icy ‘L’ of ‘Liebe’. So much had happened because of this love… Multiple genocides, several wars, thousands of deaths - both innocent and non-innocent… Did this even line up with Hadrian’s idea of love? How could such a pure emotion cause such tragedy? It made no sense!
It was like he had been struck by a blow to the back of his head. Hadrian staggered, falling on the steps below the effigy - his hand sliding off the cold ‘L’. He had been a fool, he always had been. Stumbling around in the dark, trying to make sense of a confusing situation… But he had never felt so lost before as he had now. He needed to hear His words, to talk to Him for a little while. His heart ached like that of a lonely lover, in desperate need of the one who made them whole…
”My Lord, can you hear me?”
Hadrian appeal was a whisper, a mere token movement of his lips and tongue, a slight breeze of air that formed words which were immediately lost in the cavernous hall of the Kathedrale. It didn’t even echo, it practically died in Hadrian’s mouth. A pitiful appeal to His power. No Emperor would ever answer to such a weak petition. It, in fact, was a damning indictment of the Sternritter - a black mark against his faith, another flicker in the flame of his devotion. To ask for the Emperor so pitifully would yield no results, none at all. Prayer required courage. And to be heard required faith that He was listening.
Hadrian stood up, still shaky on his feet, physically weakened by the turmoil in his mind. Supporting himself against the base of the statue, he lay his hands on the stone, before placing his forehead against it also. His skin felt like it was burning against the cool stone, like dropping a scalding iron into a frozen pool. But the cool stone provided Hadrian with relief, enough for his disquiet to abate and allow him to form a more worthy prayer. His words were strong now, targeted directly at Him, petitioning for the guidance Hadrian so desperately required…
”My Lord, you know me… I have endeavoured to always serve you well, I lay down my life for your cause… My Lord, please hear me, I wish to hear your voice again, to quench this raging fire in my soul…”
Hadrian paused, his mind for a moment flitting back to the small prayerbooks that Caesar had written and had provided for the newest recruits. He remembered practically devouring his with pride, reciting the prayers every night and morning, petitioning for strength, power, improvements. How selfish he had been, how foolish. He had been so blinded by his quest to improve his abilities that he had almost never used the prayers in the latter half of the book - the Beichte and the Glaubensbekenntnis. He had always felt so sure in his actions that he never wished for forgiveness, so unquestioning of his faith that he felt no need to profess it.
”Sometimes I see nothing but myself in the mirror, no vision fo the future, I grow old without progress. The gears turn and turn and turn and turn and turn, but the hands of the clock never move forward, they never draw closer to where I wish they could be. I believe, I believe, I believe in that world, that Wahrwelt, that dream, that utopia you laid out for me… Where you rule us out of love for us, where we serve you out of love for you…”
Hadrian felt himself sliding down the wall, ending up kneeling at the statue. There was so much to say, but how could he say it? How could he admit to his weakness, to his doubts?
”I want that world more than anything else, more than anything this world can offer… But as of late I cannot see that world which you once promised me. My thoughts are clouded as if like breath on the mirror, please help me wipe the doubt away. I don’t want to live with this torment. Why do you promise me peace, promise me a world without fear, yet turn a blind eye to the atrocities of Amalia and the others?! I want nothing but the best for your people, to deliver them to the Wahrwelt! But to let them gorge themselves on their desires for destruction, to sate their thirst for revenge, just turns the good people away. People who I’m sure could love you! Just if given the chance to see you, unclouded by the hate which our actions have put in their eyes! Do they not deserve to love you too, they certainly are capable of it!”
Hadrian did not know when he had stepped away from the base, when he had started shouting at the effigy, when he had stopped paying attention to whether he was alone or not.
”There are things to love about this world and your one too! What is imperfect can be perfected, that’s why you permit me to serve you! So why, oh why, oh why, oh why, do you let them be pushed away? Am I the one that’s wrong? Have I failed your test? Am I too lax in my judgement, would you rather Amalia’s handpicked society? Am I the one who has been tempted by the devil? Am I the one who has gone astray?!”
For a moment he was transported to that leafy boulevard in Amsterdam, a picture-perfect moment of him being led astray. Being so taken in by the world he had to let go of. Trapped by love, a love that he had thought he had discarded upon promotion. But now these feelings resurged like an eruption, magma into lava, tethering him to this world. He had been dragged back by his own weakness, chained down by his own frailty. The grinding gears and minimal progress was not because of Amalia or anyone else. But it was because he still loved the world he had to destroy. It could not continue! He could not live like this!
”It’s all my fault! I see nothing but her face in the mirror, no visions of the future, my love now holds me back. Give me the power to save them! Or to judge them and destroy them! No, please give them a place in your world! Don’t let my weakness fail you, give me the strength to serve you - you know that I do love you! I cannot live like this anymore! Please assuage these feelings, don’t lead me astray! Protect me, der Kaiser! Don’t let me love the world this way, strengthen the reason I want to have it changed! Let me see nothing but your world in the mirror! Your vision of the future! The fate you’ve planned for us!”