High Above pt 2
“Pia, my dear. You look lovely tonight.” He leaned down to speak to her, holding her hand to his fleshy cheek briefly. Her blond hair fell loose about her shoulders, a rich mass of shining waves. She had dressed simply tonight, a long silk kimono covered in a riot of pale flowers, belted loosely over a silk slip the color of shadowed ice. Follet had wanted her to appear reserved for the unofficial gathering at Excalibur and he was gratified that she had adhered to his wishes without complaint. It was sometimes difficult to keep her in line.
“Why thank you, my love.” Her eyes shone sapphire dark, skin flush with the illusion of life and vitality. It should have been obvious what clan she belonged to when finally raised from the gutter. Follet remembered the unquestioned faith she put in him when telling her that she needed to bleed for him, to craft a bit of magic to discover the truth of her lineage. A Toreador of course, as if there had been much doubt, clearly a creature of art and beauty the way she drew people adoringly to her side. But they refused her after all that. They wouldn’t accept her among them for her ignoble birth. That was gratifying. Better that they shun her, leaving only himself as the means of her survival. Let them now stew in jealousy over the erotic power she had over everyone that laid eyes on her and the mortal fame her art brought. Let them envy the wealth that now poured into his accounts.
His. All his.
He gestured to the floor of dancing kine, indicating she should select one that drew her eye. It was slow training but she would learn. If she did as he asked, she would be rewarded. Eventually he would get her to understand that his word was law in all things. The way she bloomed under his benevolence was a reminder of how right it was they were together. He had allowed her to keep her life and she had cemented his rule. Pia pressed a kiss to his cheek and he could feel her begin to weave her subtle enchantments, better to ensnare the mortal mind once he came into her presence. It was difficult for her to resist a pleasure offered. Any pleasure. His paramour needed sensuality as often as she needed blood. The only way to keep her safe from her own appetites were to control them, allowing her to sample rather than indulge.
Pia leaned over the railing, better to see the offerings below. Follet rested a heavy hand on her silk clad back, thinking to warn her to watch herself, lest she slip and fall off the walkway. But, as he moved to speak, Follet saw a single man leaning against the pillar alongside the soaring room. He was mean looking, wiry and poorly dressed, arms crossed over a thin chest and staring up at the two of them as if he was inconvenienced.
Follet frowned, although there was no way the man could see the disgust or disapproval on his face against the flashing lights between them. It seemed as if the Giovanni had finally come to call.
“I’m afraid that business calls, my dear.” When she pouted prettily at him, hoping to sway him to remain by her side, he shook his head. “Not now. I will see you again later with the gift you picked out.”
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okay i don't know how wild of a take this is, but hear me out.
cassandra is not the god. kristen is.
now, in terms of game mechanics, that's not true. cassandra is very clearly a god, and kristen is her cleric and follower. kristen gets her powers from cassandra, cassandra gets worship from kristen (and presumably other people who kristen is recruiting).
but that's not how their relationship works.
gods also get power from their followers, you know? they get power from the worship they receive. except kristen isn't really doing a lot of worshipping right now. but you know who is? cassandra. she is begging, praying, for kristen to talk to her, to take time out of her day and all her responsibilities, to listen to the person that has put their faith in her. as much as kristen has faith in cassandra (even if she isn't actively recognizing it), cassandra has faith in kristen.
You don't have to be sorry. Hey, not too many people believe in me, but I believe in you. You brought me back, and I know you've been having a hard time, but when you're in the dark, I'm there holding your hand, okay?
in the last couple episodes, we've seen a lot about how kristen (and maybe craig) are the only ones keeping cassandra from oblivion. normally, it would be well within a god's power to strike down, to smite, anyone they wished, including one of their own followers. but if cassandra hurts kristen, she dies. meanwhile, kristen holds a very god-like power in her hands. she's already killed one god by rescinding her worship. she could very easily kill cassandra.
I see what you're saying. Yes, we are holding you from oblivion, and we're just kinda not doing a very good job right now. That's what you're kinda trying to tell me.
gods are busy. they try to listen to prayers, but they're so very busy and important. all cassandra has right now is kristen. that is her sole focus (aside from maybe not dying). kristen is busy. she ignores cassandra. cassandra texts kristen's friends to try and get kristen to talk to her. in that first episode or two, cassandra is desperate to be heard, to have a conversation, and kristen, who holds all the power, keeps shutting her down.
20 texts in a row saying, "Is Kristen mad at me?" From a goddess.
it isn't that kristen doesn't care. of course she does. gods always care. but her domain is mystery and doubt. she doesn't have all the answers. she isn't omnipotent. she is a teenager who has been thrust from clericdom to sainthood to godhood and she doesn't even know it.
kristen isn't the one bleeding red light. cassandra is.
if you're a cleric, and you let your god die, that's a failure. if you're a god and you let your cleric die, what is that?
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