In Steel Clad
Yrael watched the glorious fruit of his hard work, the pride of a work well done was no stranger to him, the restoration of Mantarys, the redemption of cultists, the slaying of enemies, this world had brought many opportunities, but he could not deny that there was something special about what he was witnessing.
"Look at its fluffy tail! *swoons*, come Mr Pawbringer the defiler, kill something for me!"
"Who is going to bring momma the broken corpses of your enemies?, you will yes you will you little widdle murder machine"
The Erynies were fawning over their new pet, good, that would help them break from the lies they had been hanging on for so long, that as much as care beget weakness on the hearts of the weak, it only served to steel the wills of the strong, and they were strong, and thus could no longer hold onto lies, as he had for so long.
Phase 1 of operation
Updraft was complete.
Soon, they would see, there was no purpose on holding to either lofty ideals or to squander in pathetic self interest, it had taken him an embarrassing long time but now his eyes were open and it was thus his responsibility to help others see, always his responsibility, such a heavy burden, to know both his comrades and his enemies struggled, like blind animals swimming against an uncaring stream, holding for dear life unto whatever lies had been imposed upon them by others.
But there was no higher truth to hold onto, a truth vilified both by the golden archons upon their shattered thrones and by the blood-red devils in their dark halls, one claimed that abandoning ideals inevitably lead to corruption, other that straying from the will of the mighty would throw the world into chaos, fools and cowards both of them. If you knew, deep in your heart what needed to be done there was no shame, no weakness, no temptation in doing what needed to be done.
The blood of enemies had nurtered the trees that now sheltered the weak, the kindness to strangers raised the unbreakable will and steel-clad arms of the legions, forgiven enemies now stood as Companions, seduced rivals now managed the King's cities. Kindness and ruthlessness working together in harmony, weaving something grander that each could build separately.
As his brothers worked to restore some semblance of order, to free ancient champions of good, as his enemies worked to rise ancient evils from their tombs, His Liege has unearthed ancient neutrals, Gods for whom a days prayers earned a days miracles, for whom blood spilled was as coin upon a merchants hand, trustworthy and reliable as none other could claim, was that not a goal worth reaching for?
His brothers would see in time, he could shelter them a little more from the truth, but their arms were needed, his other awakened brother would see to it.
Operation
Name Pending would succeed as well, shame that the name
Perpendicular Cha-Cha-Cha had to be rejected after they realized it could be misinterpreted, still, its spirit lived on.
Yrael had suffered from the softness of
Gold, and witnessed the pointless cruelty of
Hell-forged metal, he had rejected both, soon the world would see the glory of pure, gleaming unblemished
Steel.
Or break under it.
"
Muahahahaha"
"Did you say something Yrael?"
"
Nothing immediately relevant my liege"
