Fidelis Filius is Bamboozled
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The Tale of Fidelis Filius
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Freya boggled in disbelief, the man's soul had enraptured her so deeply. She'd come for him as soon as she could. Ottar, understanding of his ladies fickle heart, had helped her sneak out into the Daedalus labyrinth after she'd spotted the soul while relaxing in Babylon tower.
It was a wondrous thing, but it hardly compared to this.
"I refuse." The mans words were utterly certain. Without the merest taint of doubt. Relentlessly pure, and blinding in it's brilliance.
He'd shaken off her charm. It was brilliant.
Ottar growled. "You would deny my lady?"
"Calm down Ottar, he means nothing by it, I'm sure." Freya waved him down, and immediately Ottar settled. Yet, she was surprised. The man before them hadn't even flinched at the hostility of the Cities strongest.
Why?
She looked at the man questioningly.
He didn't say a word.
Frustrated, she spoke. "Will you at least tell me why? I'm curious."
"I serve only one God."
He served a god? Perhaps Hestia, she should still be in that ruined Church Hephaestus told me about.
"Which god do you speak of?"
His answer was forceful, unhesitating.
"The one true God, the Father of all, who sent us his one and only son, Jesus Christ, blessed be his name."
The Father of all? That sounds like Odin? But still. How sad, no God can have a child. He's been fooled.
Freya shook her head. "I apologise child, but you've been deceived."
The man, his martial stance and tones muscle only somewhat hidden by his cloak betraying his humble appearance. A gentle face framed in brown hair and a long beard. Height of only 5 feet, and clothes only seen upon a beggar.
He raised an eyebrow. "Deceived you say? I would not trust the words of a false idol. The lord hath commanded there be none before him. Yet, you have been courteous, and you show virtue. For a women of such beauty to hide her appearance, I praise your humility. I will listen of thee."
He recognised her beauty! She almost blushed in embarrassment! Still...
Humility? That's... a strange thing to praise of a Deus. Men liked women that flaunted their appearance surely?
She shook off her confusion and spoke. "We gods can't have children like you mortals. Surely you already know this? This god of yours must have tricked you. I understand it might be hard to accept, but I want to tell you the truth..." She expected his rejection.
People of steadfast beliefs were rarely convinced so simply...
Instead of the anger and vitriol she feared, he simply...
Laughed.
He laughed, a deep bellyaching sound, one too deep for his short stature.
Then he spoke.
"My God did not bed a woman no. Such is an amusing thought indeed. I thank you for that. No. Our Lord sent the Holy Spirit within the Virgin Mary, and then she gave birth to the Prodigal Son, Jesus Christ our King."
He smiled at her, the tension that he'd been hiding, or attempting to, now dissipating away along with Freya's worry.
She frowned. "That makes even less sense, what's a Holy Spirit? How can a Spirits element be Arcanum? Besides, Spirits can't have kids either..."
Ottar, seemingly having made a deduction, suddenly sat down on the ground, seeming to have confidence his charge was never in danger.
The man, in turn, also frowned. "The Holy Spirit isn't some Gnome of the Earth or Sylph of the Air. The Holy Spirit is God. It is within us all. It's power splendid, and unending. As for Arcanum, I'm not sure I understand, is that what you people call Divinity? Actually, now that I think of it, why would you think gods are unable to have children? I know you false idols are different from those that have been sanctified by the Church, but still, do not the tales of the Greeks and Romans speak of the many Demigods, the sons of Zeus, Poseidon and Hades?"
The mans slowly growing questions morphed into a tidal wave of a rant as he started to become more unsettled until he reached a state of utterly flabbergasted bamboozlement.
Freya tilted her head cutely. Her face utterly blank.
"What?"
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Freya boggled in disbelief, the man's soul had enraptured her so deeply. She'd come for him as soon as she could. Ottar, understanding of his ladies fickle heart, had helped her sneak out into the Daedalus labyrinth after she'd spotted the soul while relaxing in Babylon tower.
It was a wondrous thing, but it hardly compared to this.
"I refuse." The mans words were utterly certain. Without the merest taint of doubt. Relentlessly pure, and blinding in it's brilliance.
He'd shaken off her charm. It was brilliant.
Ottar growled. "You would deny my lady?"
"Calm down Ottar, he means nothing by it, I'm sure." Freya waved him down, and immediately Ottar settled. Yet, she was surprised. The man before them hadn't even flinched at the hostility of the Cities strongest.
Why?
She looked at the man questioningly.
He didn't say a word.
Frustrated, she spoke. "Will you at least tell me why? I'm curious."
"I serve only one God."
He served a god? Perhaps Hestia, she should still be in that ruined Church Hephaestus told me about.
"Which god do you speak of?"
His answer was forceful, unhesitating.
"The one true God, the Father of all, who sent us his one and only son, Jesus Christ, blessed be his name."
The Father of all? That sounds like Odin? But still. How sad, no God can have a child. He's been fooled.
Freya shook her head. "I apologise child, but you've been deceived."
The man, his martial stance and tones muscle only somewhat hidden by his cloak betraying his humble appearance. A gentle face framed in brown hair and a long beard. Height of only 5 feet, and clothes only seen upon a beggar.
He raised an eyebrow. "Deceived you say? I would not trust the words of a false idol. The lord hath commanded there be none before him. Yet, you have been courteous, and you show virtue. For a women of such beauty to hide her appearance, I praise your humility. I will listen of thee."
He recognised her beauty! She almost blushed in embarrassment! Still...
Humility? That's... a strange thing to praise of a Deus. Men liked women that flaunted their appearance surely?
She shook off her confusion and spoke. "We gods can't have children like you mortals. Surely you already know this? This god of yours must have tricked you. I understand it might be hard to accept, but I want to tell you the truth..." She expected his rejection.
People of steadfast beliefs were rarely convinced so simply...
Instead of the anger and vitriol she feared, he simply...
Laughed.
He laughed, a deep bellyaching sound, one too deep for his short stature.
Then he spoke.
"My God did not bed a woman no. Such is an amusing thought indeed. I thank you for that. No. Our Lord sent the Holy Spirit within the Virgin Mary, and then she gave birth to the Prodigal Son, Jesus Christ our King."
He smiled at her, the tension that he'd been hiding, or attempting to, now dissipating away along with Freya's worry.
She frowned. "That makes even less sense, what's a Holy Spirit? How can a Spirits element be Arcanum? Besides, Spirits can't have kids either..."
Ottar, seemingly having made a deduction, suddenly sat down on the ground, seeming to have confidence his charge was never in danger.
The man, in turn, also frowned. "The Holy Spirit isn't some Gnome of the Earth or Sylph of the Air. The Holy Spirit is God. It is within us all. It's power splendid, and unending. As for Arcanum, I'm not sure I understand, is that what you people call Divinity? Actually, now that I think of it, why would you think gods are unable to have children? I know you false idols are different from those that have been sanctified by the Church, but still, do not the tales of the Greeks and Romans speak of the many Demigods, the sons of Zeus, Poseidon and Hades?"
The mans slowly growing questions morphed into a tidal wave of a rant as he started to become more unsettled until he reached a state of utterly flabbergasted bamboozlement.
Freya tilted her head cutely. Her face utterly blank.
"What?"
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