Make Love, not War
OOC: So this is the end of the end of the world that never was and the beginning of another truer end?
Hi Edena and everybody else! Hi Mr Draco!
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The God Emperor of the Union of Worlds, the Union of Oerth and the Great Empire of Aerdi, the God of all portfolios, prepares himself for battle. The Lord of Love (one of his many aspects) embraces that aspect of his being, flooding his body and mind with pure energy, pure love.
He steps out to the middle of the battlefield, glowing like a sun in the eyes of the celestials, like the shadow of the multiverse to the shade and like the fires of salvation to the Red Army, and speaks:
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Hold!" his voice thunders over the combattants and for a moment he is the focus of every eye. He turns to the reds: "
I feel your pain. I know the deapths of your hatred. I see your sorrow. I see your souls. Your souls have been tortured, your minds have been maimed, your bodies been violated but your true nature, the very core of your being is still your own. You are fighting inside, doomed to forever battle against yourself. You are lost," His voice is full of compassion and love. "
but I offer salvation. Open yourselves to me, open the part of you that still remains your own and you will be released. You will live again. Pure."
The God Emperor concentrates, pulls further energy into himself, so much that he begin to feel his soul weaken and fade away, so much that his body begins to blurr into insubstantiality. He is filled by love, filled beyond the point of breaking.
And then it is all released in a precise explosion, targeted not at the bodies of the red army but at their souls. For a moment their souls are bathed in pure love and, woven within that love, an undetectable web of compulsion to direct their future devotion (if the love-bath works).
He then heals himself.