King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Still, there is Anti-Christ implications around the emps. Here. See.
Uh.... Isn't it actually implied that the GEoM is actually Jesus in the backstory though? And maybe Muhammad? And Saint George? And Joan of Arc?
Sure, the implications are there, but I seem to recall him actively founding Christianity in one of his early experiments.
We will die free.
There are those among us who will resist. They will call us heretic, apostate, traitor, blasphemer. All the tired old meaningless labels, parroted from lines fed to our fathers before us, and their fathers before them. They will cling blindly to the decrees of the bloated old monster hidden away behind his palace walls, side with the thugs calling themselves our planet's "defenders". There will be those who cower or rush to aid our oppressors at the threat of retribution. Those who fear answering for their own sins, or who simply blind themselves to the truth.
Justice balances in all accounts. We don't need fables to know that. If there ever was an Emperor, if he was anything remotely human, He must have long since turned his face away in shame from what His Imperium has done to its children.
No god worth the name would support this. Our children taken to die for meaningless wars. The slow death in the factories, or the quick death at the hands of the governor's death squads. The Cardinals feasting while the workers starve. The Black Ships and sinister figures in the night. The flesh-culls, and screams you can hear from the highest hive towers. It's no wonder the nobles never leave their spires.
Should it take all of our lives, we shall die free.
We all know we risk far worse than simple death. Should we be found, we all know the price. The Church takes time, in between bleating about the joys of servitude, to spell out in loving detail the fate of the blasphemer, the seditionist, the heretic. The Arbitrators have their show trials shown on every pic-caster. There are gibbets of cold iron above every street corner. Even should we fail, even should they clasp us in chains, we will die free. They may break us, but even in the breaking, we will not be meek chattel. By the manner of our deaths shall they know that we are free.
We will clog their tracks with our dead. We will stand and drown out their insanity with a million voices raised as one. Perhaps victory is beyond us. Perhaps we're fighting a hopeless war, bringing down merciless retribution for imagined sins, or offering ourselves to some distant horror from the stars. But our follies will be our own, not those of some distant, uncaring master or false godhead. We will die without masters, and with our own purpose. We will die free.
And this. This is exactly what I think is A Good Thing. At least for the narrative.