There is something buried deep at the core of what used to be Capochin Bastone that desperately wants to agree. This is wrong. This is all wrong. But that part of him suffocated and died the moment he became Capotain. Now, all he knows is blind, unflinching loyalty. It is his nature. It is all that he is. His eyes are bound, his ears pound with blood and the voice that bids him to kill the world for his beloved Everything, and his mouth knows only exaltation. For even as this new thing he has become, a fellow god, he knows only devotion. In fact, it has intensified. After all, he is now the God of Loyalty and Devotion, an endless font of divine energy all funneled into this glorious obsession.
You are the god that the people need most.
Yes.
In this perfect reality, with the heavens empty aside from the Mighty, All-Powerful Inspekta and his Divine Servant Capotain, there is nothing the people need more than to learn to show proper fealty to their perfect and uncontested leader.
His hands find Inspekta's "shoulders," closing that gap of distance and pulling him closer. It almost feels like a threat. "I'm perfect. You're perfect. This is perfect." Capotain chuckles eagerly, pulling Inspekta closer. He'd pull him inside himself, if he could. Keep him sheltered and well fed for all of time. "The only thing that's wrong is the rest of the world. We have to--- we have to go and kill it. We have to pull it to shreds, choke it out, hold it down until every last livin' soul is loyal enough to bleed for you. We have to pick out everything that ain't useful, everything tasteless, everything imperfect, 'till everyone's singin' your name. Don't you understand, Spek? This is what I was made for."
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Re: CWs continue
Date: 2025-04-27 07:25 am (UTC)You are the god that the people need most.
Yes.
In this perfect reality, with the heavens empty aside from the Mighty, All-Powerful Inspekta and his Divine Servant Capotain, there is nothing the people need more than to learn to show proper fealty to their perfect and uncontested leader.
His hands find Inspekta's "shoulders," closing that gap of distance and pulling him closer. It almost feels like a threat. "I'm perfect. You're perfect. This is perfect." Capotain chuckles eagerly, pulling Inspekta closer. He'd pull him inside himself, if he could. Keep him sheltered and well fed for all of time. "The only thing that's wrong is the rest of the world. We have to--- we have to go and kill it. We have to pull it to shreds, choke it out, hold it down until every last livin' soul is loyal enough to bleed for you. We have to pick out everything that ain't useful, everything tasteless, everything imperfect, 'till everyone's singin' your name. Don't you understand, Spek? This is what I was made for."