Role

Chapter 4

Perhaps not altogether sane by most individuals standards due to his
upbringing, Atiau wandered aimlessly for a time considering his future paths.
One thing that was clear to him was that he was what his father made him and
he would happily tread what destiny the Gods decreed for him. His greatest
desire was to be respected for who he is. A path was before him, a path that
would lead to the highest spires of the Imperial Palace. He would become what
his father could not, the High Priest of the Imperial Forces. He would
inspire his brethren to new heights of power and glory. The fields will be
painted in crimson then paved in the purest of stones. Civilization would
grow beautiful under his loving guidance, whatever the cost, and all would
admire him for it. All he had to do was acquire the power of the Gods
themselves. After all, are we not just the playthings of the Gods there for
their amusement? Are not our destinies provided by them for us to aspire
towards? Surely Taiu could entreat one of them to grant him a small amount of
their power as boon for the entertainment he shall provide to them as he
bounds towards his ambitions. Perhaps then, even his father's ghost would be
forced to bow before him in respect...