User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200531183136

His protest, his indignation, none of it passes unnoticed to the gray man, who nooks his head sideways...almost...in mockery "Is that how you witness their method? Have they worm their way this deeply inside your cranium?"

The man comes near to laughing. Laughing at what he sees as absurdity. Near. Instead, his tone takes on a scading hostility "This is what the meat puppet thinks. Thet creatures like this are so easily turned from their wanton massacres. Haha...o think that I once held an îoda of respect for you and the struggle that composed your duality. But it seems you are just as willing as walking on your ancestors corpses, mauled and torn apart as the same creatures that committed them to the grave, if only to eat at their lies. Oh, how I wonder how they would take this news...oh wait..."

The man's eyes flash alongside the amethyst, taking on an ominous hue, erasing the land utterly. The flames, the red, the ash, everything...save for the dead piled up in hills and mountains. In fact, they seemed to increase.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

...millions. Millions of corpses washed in gore and decay. As far as his eyes can see. All lit under a violently bright, violet light in a starless sky. All of the face stared upward, gashed in terror, eyeless. Dark tears dripped from their faces...including those underneath the young man's face.

"You believe that the creatures that did this for eons upon eons upon eons...would suddenly turn from their abyssal instincts. For what? Because they suddenly were bound by guilt and remorse? By one of their worse kind? Even as they dance in the skin and bodies of wives, mothers, daughters, and grandmothers, playing their song of hypocrisy? Taking what they have killed for untold eons, piling our kind in the billions..."

The man gestures both palms to the young man, promptly the eyeless corpses to crackt heir heads, all of their heads toward him "...and you believe them."

Their eyeless features craeve into scowling frowns, voiceless screams in his words "Meat puppets. The lot of you. Slaves to their methods. Blind to their hypocrisy. Bound by their false idols..."