Post by ✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱ on Jan 13, 2019 21:56:18 GMT -5
Nestled at the center of the Silbern rested a divine anchor. At the feet of emperor's throne room resided the immaculate cathedral. A space for seeking solace, enlightenment, and knowledge. Above all, this holy chamber was a testament to the Vandenreich's vital role in preserving the Quincy race. Etched in the very walls of this cathedral was the history of the Vandenreich Empire. Each entry was a piece of that history, isolated and preserved for the purpose to reminding all those who resided here of the sacrifices and triumphs that created this sanctuary.
Amalia rarely used this place for prayer unlike others in the Vandenreich. For her, the cathedral was both a beacon and graveyard. One that reminded her of her might and authority. In many ways, the historical depictions etched in stone or portrayed in colored glass invigorated her soul. They centered her resolve in a way that many might find insidious and and perverse. These four walls were also the resting place for all of Amalia's crimes. Crimes so gruesome they violate the laws of nature. By simply passing the threshold she was freed from the sin and darkness that clung to her soul. Here she buried it alongside the history of her brothers and sisters.
The purpose of this cathedral was indeed different for many. And while they prayed or basked in the glory of their history, beside them was a growing darkness. One that fed on their prayers as they passed their lips. This beacon of might and graveyard of sin was the source of Amalia's power. It restored her should her armor weaken. It strengthened her should she feel fatigued. For in that moment, as her proud eyes gazed at the visage of the emperor, she reminded herself of her superiority. And with a wicked smile, Amalia came one step closer to realizing her godhood.
Amalia let out a faint chuckle as she smugly glanced to her left. She tapped her fingers on the back of her seat while she impatiently waited for Priscilla. Amalia knew what this palce meant to her and how it rejuvenated her soul, but wasn't sure what purpose it served for Priscilla. She figured it would be a similar beacon for her, but even Amalia knew her violent nature was unmatched within the Vandenreich. Nevertheless, this was a suitable place to begin based on where they are going and what they plan to do. This day could prove fruitful and prosperous for the Vandenreich or end in slaughter. A part of Amalia wanted free Quincy to convert, but another part of her begged for them to resist just so she could have some fun. Undoubtedly, many will make the wrong choice. Such a shame. She thought with a chuckle.
Amalia rarely used this place for prayer unlike others in the Vandenreich. For her, the cathedral was both a beacon and graveyard. One that reminded her of her might and authority. In many ways, the historical depictions etched in stone or portrayed in colored glass invigorated her soul. They centered her resolve in a way that many might find insidious and and perverse. These four walls were also the resting place for all of Amalia's crimes. Crimes so gruesome they violate the laws of nature. By simply passing the threshold she was freed from the sin and darkness that clung to her soul. Here she buried it alongside the history of her brothers and sisters.
The purpose of this cathedral was indeed different for many. And while they prayed or basked in the glory of their history, beside them was a growing darkness. One that fed on their prayers as they passed their lips. This beacon of might and graveyard of sin was the source of Amalia's power. It restored her should her armor weaken. It strengthened her should she feel fatigued. For in that moment, as her proud eyes gazed at the visage of the emperor, she reminded herself of her superiority. And with a wicked smile, Amalia came one step closer to realizing her godhood.
Amalia let out a faint chuckle as she smugly glanced to her left. She tapped her fingers on the back of her seat while she impatiently waited for Priscilla. Amalia knew what this palce meant to her and how it rejuvenated her soul, but wasn't sure what purpose it served for Priscilla. She figured it would be a similar beacon for her, but even Amalia knew her violent nature was unmatched within the Vandenreich. Nevertheless, this was a suitable place to begin based on where they are going and what they plan to do. This day could prove fruitful and prosperous for the Vandenreich or end in slaughter. A part of Amalia wanted free Quincy to convert, but another part of her begged for them to resist just so she could have some fun. Undoubtedly, many will make the wrong choice. Such a shame. She thought with a chuckle.