029 – Primus

Most who drink the holy blood of the One True God witness their bodies shift and transform with his will. They grow pale and milky, their eyes filling with the red of the blood, their bodies changing to better witness the suffering that the faith promises will set them free. Most, by a far number, cannot take the agonies the burning blood forces upon their bodies as their bones snaps and reform, muscle attack their organs, their minds unable to constrain the joy of the pain they are given. These turn at some point to gibbering wretches, drooling monsters of the basest devotion and simple function, turned into thralls for the priests of the Church. Some though, albeit rarely, can truly embrace the plethora of anguish and as their bodies change, they do not lose their sanity, but rather find new reality beyond the pain, at the other edge of brilliant, hot white agony. They become the true angels of the One True God, the absolute avatars of his radiance and will, the perfect entities that he surely wants to create from all of the faithful. Radiant, powerful entities of impossible powers, their every gaze radiate such divine terror, their aura twisting the muscles of the living, filling their nerves with electric surge of plain, pure suffering. They are the Primus, the first true children of the One True God, and they will show those, who are willing to take the burden upon their bodies, the way to enlightenment.