THE ZEALOT

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

THE ZEALOT

 

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The Duke of Crestfall, circa 1801

 

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As a young man, I was cursed with self-doubt, and self-pity. It was only through my dearly departed sister was my strength of faith created, and through Saint James II did it blossom into an undying desire to serve God in all things that I do. Only through their devotion have I achieved my closeness with the Lord, and to them I owe my very life.

 

I walk the streets of Providence, and I see a people born of a new era; a generation that shall succeed mine. They prosper, and their affection for each other and their country are permanent, even in their disagreements. But the politics of the party too often become the politics of faith. The Lord may not be debated, for He cannot be comprehended.

 

“For He is the Lord GOD incomparable, and who can truly understand Him?” (Owyn, 7:10)

 

I am your Prince, and your heir. I am an innate fragment of your lives, and your Empire. When I act, it is an avatar of our Empire. When I speak, the words are attributed to Orenia. This is no power, this is the charge of any Prince, we were born to it.

 

In my life, I have served the Lord in war, and in my private prayer, I have revered Him. Yet this is failure, to do this and nothing else. I must alter myself, and carry my charge. So I am bound to the Word of the Lord.

 

“So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of my Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not desire the wealth of this world, nor the wealth of others, but the wealth of the spirit.” (Virtue 1:10)

 

When I act, it will be eternally in favor of the Lord. When I speak, from my lips shall spill Virtue, Spirit, Gospel, and Auspice. Where I find little faith, I shall foster it with every fiber of my being. Where the unrepentant heretic lives, I will use what is at my disposal to purify it. 

 

Where I see so no zealot, I shall make one. 

 

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The Lectors of Owyn are zealots, for they are unpolluted by politick. They are the marked fire of Owyn, emboldened by their love of God and hatred of heresy.

 

The Sisterhood of Saint Catherine are zealots, for they forsake the bounty of man for the bounty of God, and relish in their charity and holy bond to each other.

 

My daughters and sons are zealots, for I have made them so. They are virtuous among their peers, and seek to serve the Lord.

 

My grandson is a zealot, for he has bathed in his penance, and listened. He has struggled and frustrated, but found faith in my lessons, and the Scripture.

 

I see our people revel in reason and debate. They create statesmen, and great titans of the government. They pave the path to Providence, but I have not placed my hand on their shoulder. I have failed to turn them, and to show them that this road is not to prosperity alone, but to Paradise. 

 

The era of my sloth is at an end. Orenia cries and looks for God, and we zealots must reveal Him to her.

 

“The world is become Paradise,” (Sigismind, 2:49)

 

HIH The Duke of Crestfall

[Minuvas 3193]

"GOD save His Imperial Highness" Minuvas would remark in his Ministry office. He would crunch on a biscuit, dipping it in tea, before orating one of his famous monologues to himself. 

 

 "I sense a new age of Imperialism is to be upon us. Come, Hieran, Aela, Thucydides, let us prepare for the future. Our family has much to prepare..." 

 

@bufffsanta @Salvius

[kuerbis 3802]

Anne of Crestfall gave off a simple smile, almost saddened in its nature as she reads over the words her Imperial Father had penned. Heavy rests the burden of duty upon His shoulders - and heavier it shall be in the future. Anne Caroline prayed to make Him proud one day - proud as all her other siblings had made him. Even if it is belated;

 

Anne serves The Empire, she throws herself into what she was meant to do two decades ago: Duty to her Motherland.

[AmericanSimp 512]

Epic post :)