CH4 - Fallen Moon
The voice echoes at the edge of Caesar's consciousness as he twists his hand in the morning's first light. He exists on the cusp of the natural and hidden realm of whispered desires. The voices beg for salvation they shall never find as they search the forest for freedom.
Their minds barely recognize the echoes of their voices, needs, and desires. The echoes of forgotten desires echo across the world, their voices a symphony of platitudes of forgotten deities. They chase their long-forgotten dreams as the spirits of what could have been reached out to them.
The voices become a crescendo of pain and desire, increasing as the weeks preceding the return of the fallen moon across the sky. Closing his eyes, he feels the most insignificant shift of energy as the cusp weakens in the moments of the coming Solstices. Clicking his tongue softly, he wonders how they would respond to the sight of the second moon as it crosses the sky for the first time in their lifetime.
The dull sensations that exist at the edge of their collective consciousness give voice to their fears. The violence of their memories increases as each fear compounds the next. The delicate balance of life as they are willing to accept the unknown. They are ready to wait with bated breath for the next dream or memory to give them the visions they need.
"They are waiting for you, my Lord," Caesar hears the delicate voice at the edge of the darkness.
"No, it is not my voice they long to hear."
Her presence moves in the recess of his mind as she walks within the veil between the realms. Her mind sees the needed understanding—the missing link between the voices and their haunting fears.
"Still, they are waiting for you," her voice whispers into his mind.
"No, they seek the clarity of the Oracle."
Her voice cackles with laughter, "The clarity of his single vision? To accept the fate of their doomed desires? You wish for your prizes to live in fear?"
"He speaks to their desires of purpose without risks. To give them a singular vision of peace."
"Peace without freedom. Do you think they are so weak-willed to roll over and die merely?"
"If there are those who are led by their hunger for something more... will you lead them?"
Caesar closes his eyes as he calms his mind, as the shimmering veil strengthens around his mind. His voice of reason rings true that there have always been the strong who seek their freedom to choose their path. To grasp the power of the unknown service to become better than themselves.
His mind lingers on his journey and his desire. His heart exists beyond the cusp of the veil. Her purpose and desire, a singular thing to serve, hid every need. To become more than she could have ever been on her own. In seeking out his darkness, she has become his most outstanding pupil.
A creature that walks through the edge of the darkness to see the world for what it is. To know that in darkness lies genuine emotions, for one cannot accomplish change without anger, passion, or hate.
It is impossible to change the world without a desire to fight passionately for what they believe. This fight is often fueled by anger or hatred against some perceived or actual injustice.
Oppression through faith is an injustice that causes unrest in a soul that longs for more. The Oracle corals his prizes into select tormented villages living amongst them with his hunger and desire. The Oracle's willingness to consume purity and destroy the populace from within kills their sense of passion and wonder.
Men sacrifice their daughters with the pride of servicing a prophet. Mothers raised by the same sacrifice throughout the centuries yield their daughters as tests of time.
girls themselves learn to serve from an early age and trade their innocence for freedom. The most vicious of the boys are rewarded wives and become men, while the most feeble are sacrificed to the forest. The Oracle feeds and appeases the Gods of light and damnation, prolonging its life.
Closing his eyes, Caesar condemns the creatures for their lack of natural laws. They are demonic creatures lacking the will to preserve the generations to follow and sacrificing the innocent to feed their hungry desires. The damned within the veil has the purity of desire to seek destruction. To fight, to consume, and to breed. The darkness that exists within their beating hearts is honest with their wishes.
Caesar turns the thoughts of death and destruction into his mind. He had created the veil to protect the weakened, feeble children from the hidden monsters that lurk in the darkness. In the absence of the demons, faith brought out their enduring memory.
Concerning religion and desire, they sacrifice their humanity for their selfish needs. They have become their destroyers, and in their protector, they found a demonic soul who wishes for their demise.
Perhaps his pet is correct. There may be a couple amongst the many whose souls will find freedom in service. But within the depth of his heart, Caesqr doubts it. What these creatures deserve above anything else is for the veil to be lifted and for the monsters to consume their