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“Father.” TalOS gave a courteous bow as he gave the due honors that were suppose to be given to one of the Emperor’s stature, “I thank you for welcoming me to your throne, today.”
The man who always wore gold gave a nod as he turned to fully face TalOS. What replaced the armor was a simple white robe which appeared closer to the style the men of Macragge use instead of those upon Terra. Upon considering this TalOS knew this was false for the button which held the clothing together was on the wrong side and the Emperor held up the cloth with a single hand.
“What you wear, it is of Ancient Terran History.” TalOS surmised as before giving a deep knowingful nod, “From the time before we were blessed by the Machines of my God.”
“To work upon the walls and floors, to engrave every piece of the Golden Throne, I must play the part of the scupture. A Warrior does not build but claims what it is he sees.” The Emperor said as he brushed a hand upon several of the markings, “To that I work today, under my guise as a nameless sculpture I work.”
“It is remarkable work.” TalOS admitted as he looked closely at the etchings his father made, “To develop the skill to make this a reality must have taken centuries, upwards of two millenia.”
“It has been an interest I’ve had since man started etching their ideas upon clay tablets.” The Emperor spoke as he picked out a small piece that was assembled upon the wall, “What man wrote back then is what you see here. A better word for it was striking, for that is how the Bablonyans described it. You strike the tablet, and in doing so your word shall be held forever. In that sense, a few were correct.”
“By using this you seek to use their ancient magics?” TalOS suggested as he scanned the wall for the meaning it held, “But this is not magic, it is simply a symbol.”
“A God upon a Golden Throne.” The Emperor said as he glanced up towards the chair which was so far away, “Back during the days, when mankind was still young, we would erect monuments similar to this in worship of false deities. The High Priests would say that upon the top of their temple sat the Divine being that blessed all of mankind.”
“You do not hold any joy in such an idea?” TalOS understood from the tone and selection of words that his father used.
“I do not, for Mankind has never needed a god to guide them. They never <span class="mu-i">had</span> a god to guide them, instead leeches who suckered at their soul.” The Emperor said as he shook his head, “But mankind needed a guiding hand because of those leeches.”
