Прохор Озорнин - On the Wings of Hope - Prose

You have certainly noticed the beginning of a new, long-awaited process when they in their madness try to divide their planetary homeworld into a heap of small separate pieces? Just like innocent children (and what prophet of our enemy did say, that they belong to this “Kingdom of God”?!) they try to pull their common toy in different directions, and everyone is sincerely hoping, that it was a gift for him only without understanding how these “competitions” can end. There are now several hundreds of them, Mogoth, – several hundreds of “states”! Their planet has gone – it has died, Mogoth, in order to be sliced into a thousand and one piece for the benefit of separate groups of these mortals – and finally these “children” (and how isn’t the Maker become tired from calling them as such?!) began killing each other for a piece that they do not possess.

It’s such a blessed damnation – to see, how separate groups of mortals gather up around these pieces, each with its own “great” leader, everyone with his best religion and history, with own brightest future, with chosen nation… each idiot with a false idea to control a part of their common gift! With such a speed these biped ones will soon implement our plan even without our direct otherworldly assistance!

To strengthen the feeling of a selectness of his “nation”, his “state”, his “country” in souls of each of them, to bring it to extremes, to put into governments of states those who were touched by our hand – and they will finish the rest. Let them cease trusting each other, let them see only future plots and deceptions in the actions of others, let them seek only personal gain and interests of their state (which has become so narrow) everywhere, let them constantly conduct never-ending skirmishes, let their relation to each other transform into fighting like the one of wild beasts, and children of their children once feel a taste of revenge! Truly, they will never understand, that they have divided what couldn’t be divided – for they have divided it nevertheless!

Oh, Maker, why couldn’t you reward these representatives of your herd with even a small piece of true rationality, so that they could at least somehow try to resist the upcoming of our plan and thus amuse us a little? Truly, Mogoth, these nobodies resemble those saints of antiquity, who were clearing this planet from filth by generously fertilizing it with the blood of sinners.

What can be said of their “charity”, which has become a strangled cry of the dying conscience! Oh, it resembles a situation as though their next saint, having just killed parents of a small child, blesses him, hiding in horror, and even gives him a coin as a token of own great and immemorial generosity! No, Mogoth, it’s even more amusing – it’s similar as though some of them stands down on his kneels before our enemy and in his warm prayer asks the Maker to destroy all foes of this mortal, thus strengthening his “belief”! Exactly about such type of our prophets I have told you, Mogoth, – oh, how delightfully it’s to see their birth! Indeed, let them only for the sake of calming of own aching conscience and not for own souls help all these “starving poor children in such a country”, these “unfortunate victims of such bloody acts”, refusing to accept so truthful and unacceptable for their sated and self-satisfied consciousnesses thought, for exactly they in own aspiration to divide inseparable became the main reason of similar disasters.

Let their conscience sleep – and generosity triumphs, let their eyes behold – and heart be silenced, let them, who are always looking around and never ahead of themselves, continue going to their final destination, where there will once be all of those, whose fates were predetermined at the time of our father’s ascension. Divided, scattered, separated – what can they do against us, united in our goal, us, who are piercing worlds?!

They will tear out each other eyes, pierce each other hearts, curse and damn each other – and then, in that inevitable moment, that foreseen and predicted instant, that moment of truth – last constraining us barriers will be destroyed at last!

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To be honest, those reports on your activity, which I have been receiving from another ward, disturb me, Mogoth. You couldn’t fulfill your newly assigned task again – or, perhaps, you had no desire to do it? What kind of force majeure circumstances have prevented you from breaking a formed spiritual bond between two known to you lovers? Why have you ignored designated strange accident of a sudden spiritualizing of our former devoted and well-tested prophet, who has appealed to the Maker? Why haven’t you helped to receive that lottery prize to a specified individual, as it was originally planned, in order to lead him away from the path, which was prepared for him by our enemy, having transformed him afterward into most practical businessman? Why haven’t you planted seeds of disputes in that on-stage performance group of workers, of which you were told by my assistant, thereby having interrupted their so unbearable for us activity for a long time? Have you already exhausted your potential?

Mogoth, I demand answers! Till now you have always faithfully served our common cause – and I had no reasons to doubt your devotion so far, and for that very reason, you are still at large and free in their plane. But both you and I – we all perfectly know, what happens to those few, who for unclear reasons once betray our fiery father – and the fate of that prophet, who has betrayed us and whose case you so carelessly ignored, can serve as yet another fitting example of it! He was disintegrated, Mogoth, – his last appeal to our foe wasn’t enough to expiate centuries of former serving to our cursed deed – and we managed to capture his escaping spiritual essence, no matter how forcefully it was soaring upwards! Now he is disembodied and stays in that temporal Black Hole of Souls, about which you have been already told more than once. Shortly afterwards he will stand before the Unspeakable One himself, so that he can during these last moments of his independent life behold the great power of the one, against whom he has dared to act – the one, who will turn his spiritual essence into ashes and forever devour it, having cleared from any filth of goodness and light, so that its power, like powers of thousands of similar essences, will once, only for the Maker and Unspeakable One known hour, was used in order to finally build our kingdom in their pathetic worlds, forever sealing it from the Maker’s access.

One way or another, his insignificant essence will serve us well – just like your essence will, no matter whether you will stay with us or suddenly decide to discard the hand that has grown you.

My loyal companions will continue to watch over you, Mogoth, to watch every step you make – and, if that is required, I will send the very Reader of Souls to be assured of your devotion – or that the absence of which will be stopped and punished with all possible diligence.

But nevertheless I “believe” (how still terrible does this word sound, bearing an imprint of our enemy in itself!), Mogoth, – I know, that you are not capable to betray our unholy deed and distinctly see, how unwise is the Maker, who has casted us all aside, and how small and doomed to failure are all his plans. I am certain that you will never make the same mistakes again and direct all your efforts to show your dark gift, which is so loved by me, be you not a son of the Fallen Paladin!

Shortly my next envoy will send you news with a wish of what is required. Don’t consider it similar to previous one – this time in the case of failure we won’t be able to, as these mortals usually put it, “let it all go”, – from the paws, not hands, certainly. I believe, that you won’t let us down – you have been warned of the consequences.