Why?
Mikela was a beautiful woman, but she paled in comparison to Decrea.
Mikela had black hair and blue eyes. A completely closed robe covered her body so that no one could see it.
She had a lot of presence, although she was only 1.60 cm tall, she walked revealing a part of her holiness, the power the goddess of life had given her.
Her eyes were indifferent to her surroundings, giving the impression of someone with no human desires.
But I know she's not as holy as she seems.
Raised by the Church after becoming an apostle, she considers them her saviors and those to whom she owes allegiance. I was never surprised. They took her out of hunger, out of the cold, and away from her greatest fear, her father. A violent man who left marks all over his body with his blows.
That's why she wears such a tight robe. She doesn't want anyone to see her scars, but she also doesn't want to remove them for fear of forgetting her blood debt and gratitude to those who saved her.
Mikela has a darkness in her, she tries to hide it, but I know that her hands are full of the blood of the enemies of the Church.
Her will is iron and her actions decisive. She is intelligent and has no problem with getting dirty, as long as she is paying a little "his debt".
In our recent conversations, I have noticed that his loyalty is not as firm as it used to be.
She was never a good believer. The Goddess' gift to her is not a gift, but a reward for her suffering.
Stoic as ever, she stands before my body, staring at him with icy eyes.
Whispering, she asks the Emperor:
"Is it really necessary to bless the empty corpses of filthy traitors?"
Her words shattered me, for even though I know she is loyal to others, I thought she was loyal to me as well.
"It is, the people need to know that despite everything, the Empire is ruthless with its enemies, but respectful of the beliefs they follow. The last sacraments offer a place of repentance deep in hell."
"Alright."
Raising her voice with magic, she begins her prayers.
I don't hear them. The only thing I can hear is the whisper of "traitor" in my ear.
It is unbearable. I sacrificed everything for the humans and they betrayed me.
I force myself to calm down and convince myself that all these plans don't matter, at least the world is at peace, right?
I feel a change next to me and watch the Goddess, who for some reason looks less divine and more like a normal woman.
"Child, are you satisfied?"
"No, they betrayed me, but I can't do anything about it. It doesn't matter, I will still die with some peace."
He looked at her again. "By the way, why did your image change, Goddess?"
"I have done nothing, I have no physical form and what you see is a manifestation of your belief and your subconscious, if you believe I am perfect, I will be so in your eyes. If you see me as a demon, what you see is a demon.
When did I lose faith in my Goddess? She is not to blame for what people do; she does not interfere.
While I was thinking, the Goddess spoke again.
"You know you have been betrayed, but do you know why and by whom?"
"I don't know."
"Do you want to?"
"If the Goddess is willing to show me, I would like to know."
"Okay, I'll show you scenes from the past."
My eyes showed another place. The room where I fought Azrath, just as empty, with only a dark throne at the end of the street and a wall of pure cobblestone.
I see my body at the moment I died, and Azrath's behind mine.
"Why are we here?"
"Wait and see."
The silence is broken by the sound of heavy footsteps that only heavy armor can make.
When I shift my gaze, I see four platoons of Inquisitors accompanied by Mikela.
When was I betrayed? What has this to do with Mikela?
The soldiers scatter, analyzing the battlefield, and Mikela approaches my body, still with her indifferent gaze.
"I didn't expect that you would be so stupid as to commit suicide by fighting alone against this disgusting being."
Her eyes showed a glimpse of happiness?
With a sweet smile, the kind she shows when she is with children, she said:
"You have made my work much easier, Ezekiel."