thewizardguy said
The angel was both graceful and beautiful, as expected from such a being. Built-in traits to beguile and control those humans they considered to be inferior, a facade placed over the mindless servants of the Gods. They were pawns, unimportant besides for the threat they posed, a mere extension of the despicable Gods. Truly, Mathew hated such divine beings that preached divine grace and yet dared not act towards the true evils of the multiverse. Those lazy creatures that reigned in their bubbles of power, ignoring the big picture, swimming in their own hubris. For an agent of such a being, a pawn in the game of one who thought themselves to be greater than all, he felt nothing but contempt, and no amount of beauty or grace could change that.Incapable or unwilling of hiding the contempt in both his expression and voice, the God Emperor spoke. In person, his voice was far less grand, far less imposing. He made not an imposing speech, as he did before, but spoke quickly and impatiently, already thinking ahead even as the words left his lips. Quite often, Mathew found that words were an insufficiently efficient method of communication for his purposes. "If your Goddess wishes to surrender herself to the empire, and work towards something truly great, then I await the day she appears and kneels before me. However, she will not. I'm not sure if you can understand these words, but to expect a Godess to surrender her personal power towards a greater purpose is foolish, and thus I will not waste my breath, nor my time.""You come here full of good intentions, no doubt. Based on what I have already gleamed in information from you, your deity is one alligned with good. Either that, or you are an angel of deceit, and simply acting as if you are allied with those powers in some pathetic attempt to trick me. I care not, neither side impresses me, nor do I ally myself with any of these. You will tell your Goddess Lomedea that she will pay a tribute towards me in measure of five worlds, from which she shall remove all her angels, and whose coordinates shall be given to me. I already know she shall not comply, and you will return to me upon her failure to comply to this simple demand. Once you have done so, I shall tear down the very gates of Heave and tear down her palace until she bows before me, and grants me what I wish.""Do not try to deviate from these orders. Based on the data my scans have gained I can trace any source of energy related to your signature. The greatest such source shall be your Goddess, as she created you, and I will thus find her. Your return is simply for the effort of documentation and to add form to this process. If you fail to bring me the message of war within fifteen days, I shall begin my attack immediately. If you make any attempt to destroy me or any of my machinery, or to convert any citizen of a planet under my rule to your religion, I shall begin my attack. Do you understand these basic instructions I have given you, or do I need to write them down?" Mathew spoke more quickly than most humans were capable of, but that was due to the speed of his thoughts. Still he found English inefficient, and he planned to create a new language which had more consistent grammar, and was more efficient to speak. This perfect language would then become spoken throughout his empire.
A look of sincere sadness came over the angel's face as he listened to Matthew's words. An unseen wieght slowly pressed him to a knee as he looked upon the yonug mortal. "...such pain, such hate." He said, iterating what he saw in the god emperor. He wanted to embrace him, to heal the torn soul he saw before him, but he had not the liberty. Love was something that could not be forced. He bowed his head. "I will deliver your message to Iomedae, as you command. Please tell me, why are you doing this?"