User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-27666783-20200604163915

A boy on the verge of becoming a man, cast aside his childhood for the quest of power and duty. His brown hair is cut but slightly disheveled, face as smooth as he was born in nature, the youthful firey spirit. But his eyes, his emanated a sort of lecherousness unjudged by this kind of Piety. A certain attraction to committing cruelty, perhaps born from schadenfreude that no one would give him, perhaps its always been the case. He wears an Inquisitor's jacket, one chevron is sewn on his sleeve.

Suddenly, a second boy, almost the same as the first, slightly older but far more gray in the soul, two chevrons adorn his jacket sleeve. Brown hair is cut shorter and with machine precision, no such dishevelement appeared. The lecherous gaze is gone, replaced by a despondant wayward dart of his pupils back and forth, scared? Yes. But not of what was out there, he reeked of the guilt, the useless emotion! So he kept telling himself. A scar, two scars, each time the scar would appear he'd reel in revulsion and terror before looking at his hands. As the third one begins to appear, he begins to shout. "No! No! For my own sake stop this!" He begs, holding his right hand in his left with a vice like grip, as if attempting to prevent it from moving.

The first boy stares with morbid curiosity, eyebrows raised, he is almost disgusted but playfully smirks. "You? This is what I become? You?" He mockingly sneers.

The second boy becomes frustrated, angrily offended at his near carbon-copy's seeming lack of empathy. "We've had viscious inquisitors, and we've had idiot inquisitors, but I don't think we've ever been cursed with a viscious idiot one!"

"I take self-pity knowing that my conviction is so shallow that it changes on the whim of doing my job." The first continues.

"Haughty little shit!" The second growls, "What glories you've yet to see for mankind. What times await you and what lives you will leave good effects on. Hark you dumb son of a whore, you've yet to see anything beyond your pride in shooting orcs on their knees. You forget your honor! You were welcomed and raised by a dynasty that loved you, that wanted to see great things from you!"

"The only thing they wanted to see was your cock and you know it. Good breeding material, like a white horse your so called mother kept you around as a fertility idol, a badge of wealth."

"Liar."

"Something to keep her spawn plugged for the early winters and prolong her little reign."

"Liar! Your delusion consumes you-"

"Your delusion consumes you!" The first one closes with the second, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. "You think you can answer for your so called crimes by building this better world, by calling for outsiders to come reign in ours so you can cower behind them. No! This. Is. Our World."

The second protrudes his chest at his finger, offering a step forward. "There will.  Be. No world otherwise. We can become what the gods are, serve mankind by bringing it forward and out of the loam!"

"It is better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. A bloodstained hall does not become unstained because you put gold plating over it. You are a hypocrite." They share a stare, the quote made manifest of how understanding something does not always make you forgive it, sometimes, it makes you hate them more.

But the second turns his head, around this world of nothing and no-one. "A man of principle, and I do mean it as a genuine compliment, Spectre." He speaks to the host of this realm.

The first looks directly at the spectre, "Tell me Spectre, as you can see my... self and I have a bit of a point of contention. Tell us, look how our kind makes war. I ask your opinion on what for?"

"For wealth, for land." The second one replies, "For life, for freedom, or some god's lies..." He returns his piercing gaze to the first boy.

"I asked for his opinion, not yours."