Post by Idade Passado on May 12, 2012 16:33:29 GMT -5
There were simpler times in this life, when everything fell into place and the only thing that anyone needed to know in this life was to live, breath, labor, and die. These had fallen away like a husk in the face of new technologies, new people, new toils, new creeds, new blood, and it was all nothing but the spreading ignorance of a godless world. They were the ones who complicated things, refusing to die, refusing to believe, refusing to accept that there were definitive answers in this life that were attained and could be passed down with a simple thumbing of a book. The fools and children couldn't be held accountable for their ignorance though, they were spared by nature of oblivious eyes, but the rest were walking their way slowly into the reaching bowels of a hell that was unlike what they knew. That hell, the one below this world, was a false place were torture was physical and not eternal. Much worse things lay in wait for the men and women who defied the blatant truths of this world.
These were the sorts of thoughts that crept around and consumed the mind of the suited figure, perched against his chair in a room with an opened door in the appearingly stone city and building. His brows were narrowed in focus and evident contempt for the thoughts that were forming in his brain, eyes piercing the pages of a small black book with similarly black text on white pages, a normal book in every aspect beyond its written contents. Those were on a recorded set of words from an old style fire and brimstone preacher from the later 1500s, the particular author being one of Idade's personal favorites. He supposed he should've been out and about acquainting himself with the Arrancar that occupied this place but it was a secondary concern of his when there was text to be read that was critical to add to his database.
The light from the window poured in and illuminated the words from behind him so that he could read the printed pages during his down time. He'd currently failed to see hide nor hair of his present master and while looking forward to the experience he didn't plan on rushing it. He'd come to him and enlist him, that was the way it always worked afterall, but until then he would have to detach himself from his work to meet the rest of the folk. He highly doubted he'd find other believers in this white castle in the sands but there was always hope and the continued affirmation that if Idade didn't get to kill them, something else would. After that it was only a matter of time and judgement afterall, but that was beyond his duty...
These were the sorts of thoughts that crept around and consumed the mind of the suited figure, perched against his chair in a room with an opened door in the appearingly stone city and building. His brows were narrowed in focus and evident contempt for the thoughts that were forming in his brain, eyes piercing the pages of a small black book with similarly black text on white pages, a normal book in every aspect beyond its written contents. Those were on a recorded set of words from an old style fire and brimstone preacher from the later 1500s, the particular author being one of Idade's personal favorites. He supposed he should've been out and about acquainting himself with the Arrancar that occupied this place but it was a secondary concern of his when there was text to be read that was critical to add to his database.
The light from the window poured in and illuminated the words from behind him so that he could read the printed pages during his down time. He'd currently failed to see hide nor hair of his present master and while looking forward to the experience he didn't plan on rushing it. He'd come to him and enlist him, that was the way it always worked afterall, but until then he would have to detach himself from his work to meet the rest of the folk. He highly doubted he'd find other believers in this white castle in the sands but there was always hope and the continued affirmation that if Idade didn't get to kill them, something else would. After that it was only a matter of time and judgement afterall, but that was beyond his duty...
