>>5315991The Mother pointedly ignores her opposite number, addressing you instead.
“What he won’t admit,” she says, “is that he liked your mother. We all did, all five of the Dark Gods to whom she was acquainted. All for our own reasons. It’s why we gave her our <Favour>.”
It is a surprising thing to hear… ESPECIALLY of the Persecutor, you suppose.
“Why?” you have to ask. “She was just a Degenerate, a mere Reptilian Infiltrator.”
>CORRECT.“And yet YOU, Persecutor of the Weak, approved the <Favour>,” says the Mother.
>…She was loyal. Strong. Determined. A useful pawn. I did not APPROVE of her STEALING hr superior’s seed to make this… This THING…You flinch a little. He means you, of course.
>…But her efforts to bring back DRACONIC SUPREMACY were worthwhile. I wished for her to SUCCEED. Instead, she FAILED my test, DIED, and left this… This… BUG-FUCKER!“And I loved her for that,” the Mother acknowledges, and though you can see no face, you FEEL her smile grace you. “She prioritized her legacy… You… Above all else, even tradition and loyalty. The creation of something truly terrible and terrific. A King of Monsters, mightiest of three clans and two races, with the spirit to become something MORE than a Dragon! And imagine, Young One, what you CHILDREN will grow into!”
>ABOMINATION. The bug should be slain, egg-sack ripped from her womb and squashed to PASTE! It is NOT according to the laws! SEPARATE KINDS ARE NOT TO MIX.“Old thinking, from a time when we could afford to be stagnant in our thinking,” the mother scoffs. “The Gods of Light, weak WRETCHES and INVADERS that they are, are at least willing to use cunning. To experiment! Look at all their races—”
>Kept SEPARATE.“Half-elves,” the Mother snaps.
>Are still PURELY APE, and they are WORSE for their mixture than human OR elf.“Then use your accursed mastery of genealogies to help breed something BETTER!”
>Mix all the colours of the rainbow, and you get a slurry of unrecognizable SHIT, Mother of Mongrels! The old ways made our races strong! It kept ORDER, rather than the chaos which the scattered FAITH-THIEVES propagate.The room seems to grow, and the two divinities tower like contrasting titans in a great expanse: one a pillar of smoke and fire, one a glimmering swirl of stars and darkness. You remain silent. What can a mortal do, even an aspiring dragon, when faced with such cosmic forces?
>You, DRAGON-THING. You wish to know what you can DO, to earn my favour? KILL THE BUG. END this DISGUSTING project before it begins. CEASE in your coddling of weaklings and freaks. PURIFY YOURSELF, and become the dragon you were meant to be, body and soul. I will even help. 