[ The Catholics so did love their ceremony and devotion, their pomp and circumstance - and of course their dark mirror would have the same heavy-handed symbolism.
There were timelines and realities before YHWH condemned magick as not-His, and therefore "evil." Thessaly's power was older than even that, and indeed, Sister Imperator was a newer witch, gifted by the Morningstar the magicks denied of pious Christians. But still, there was sisterhood she felt between her and Thessaly because of the cosmic nature of the arcane that they devoted their lives to, the magick and mysteries that resided in the very fabric of reality that they harnessed.
As such, she understood Thessaly's offer, and was grateful for it. She nodded. She would take her up on this offer, one day when her glamours and her wards began to crack beneath old age and disease. The end of her mortal life was nothing to fear for Sister Imperator, and she welcomed her friend Death even now, even if it would be half a century yet before she came for her. But it reassured her all the same that her sons would have someone watching over them - someone who she knew was as pragmatic (actually even more so) than her, and to be frank, would call them out on their bullshit if necessary.
The field they stood in now was about an hour away from the city, but Sister and her Twin Songs loved it. It was ablaze with flowers, and the sunshine was bright and cheery. Despite the Satanic aesthetic, Sister Imperator was not averse to soft and pleasant things - at least not where her sons were concerned. And they did love to frolic in nature, singing and dancing and free of all worries.
Sister Imperator turned to Thessaly. ]
Thank you.
[ For offering to help strengthen her magick when it was needed, when Sister's mortality flickered and left her. For watching the Twin Songs from the shadows. For her constancy, until it was time for the universe to wrap up and turn off the lights and rest. ]
They will question and feel resentment, no doubt. After all, our tenets stress that knowledge and wisdom are paramount. But these things come with a price, and must come at the right time. The human psyche can be so fragile.
[ Her two sons' laughter drifted to them in the breeze. ]
Their safety. They must be hidden. They are the sons of the Papa Emeritus and the Prime Mover. This immediately paints a target upon their backs. The Unholy See and the position of Prime Mover are their birthrights, but they must only ascend when they are ready - and when those who would threaten their regime are disposed of.
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There were timelines and realities before YHWH condemned magick as not-His, and therefore "evil." Thessaly's power was older than even that, and indeed, Sister Imperator was a newer witch, gifted by the Morningstar the magicks denied of pious Christians. But still, there was sisterhood she felt between her and Thessaly because of the cosmic nature of the arcane that they devoted their lives to, the magick and mysteries that resided in the very fabric of reality that they harnessed.
As such, she understood Thessaly's offer, and was grateful for it. She nodded. She would take her up on this offer, one day when her glamours and her wards began to crack beneath old age and disease. The end of her mortal life was nothing to fear for Sister Imperator, and she welcomed her friend Death even now, even if it would be half a century yet before she came for her. But it reassured her all the same that her sons would have someone watching over them - someone who she knew was as pragmatic (actually even more so) than her, and to be frank, would call them out on their bullshit if necessary.
The field they stood in now was about an hour away from the city, but Sister and her Twin Songs loved it. It was ablaze with flowers, and the sunshine was bright and cheery. Despite the Satanic aesthetic, Sister Imperator was not averse to soft and pleasant things - at least not where her sons were concerned. And they did love to frolic in nature, singing and dancing and free of all worries.
Sister Imperator turned to Thessaly. ]
Thank you.
[ For offering to help strengthen her magick when it was needed, when Sister's mortality flickered and left her. For watching the Twin Songs from the shadows. For her constancy, until it was time for the universe to wrap up and turn off the lights and rest. ]
They will question and feel resentment, no doubt. After all, our tenets stress that knowledge and wisdom are paramount. But these things come with a price, and must come at the right time. The human psyche can be so fragile.
[ Her two sons' laughter drifted to them in the breeze. ]
Their safety. They must be hidden. They are the sons of the Papa Emeritus and the Prime Mover. This immediately paints a target upon their backs. The Unholy See and the position of Prime Mover are their birthrights, but they must only ascend when they are ready - and when those who would threaten their regime are disposed of.