[ WP ] The interesting relationship between a god and his highest priest .

*So this is their temple. Not bad. Not bad at al actually*. 
 Vakura could not see the structure, but he could feel the soundwaves bouncing off the walls and its colossal shape through the footsteps of the peasants who walked around it. 
 
 It was a 3000 foot tall spire, cradled with a single slivering tail and a statue off the Gods with its arms spread open, holding their hands open to all 4 corners of the world. It was also covered in runes, texts of small runes making up larger runes that made out. The last Prophet before him raised this temple as a sancuary of the faithful. `` So that they may have a place where they can pray in peace''. Her whole people followed her blindly, even more then he was, and still adore her. He could tell anyone exactly how she looked because she had a statue on every corner of the streets and on every top of every mountain in the range. 
 
 No one knew who he was, not yet. He came here as a pilgrim of sorts. He has no need rites or ceremonies to induce him. He knows who he is, and if he has to tear every statue of their holy hero he can find to prove it to these thickheaded idiots, so be it. He did n't come here to be adored. He did n't come here to threaten, or to unleash the power the Gods had give him. He came here for answers. Answers no mortal could give him. 
 
 A somewhat older gentleman approached him. His step was a little weak and he smelled of lavender and tulips. The last Prophet's favorite flowers. *I wonder what she thinks of all her peace loving people. * 
 
 `` Hello, my son. You look like you need some guidance''. His voice sounded warm and gentle, a little worn perhaps. He has been in this position a lot, and is probably the kind of nagging priest that wo n't stop talking. Like, ever. 
 
 `` I do n't need guidance. I need answers'', Vakura said as he started to walk past the old man. 
 
 `` Come pray with me my son, the Gods will give you all the answers you need''., the old man said as he held out something that clanked and chimed. Fancy praying stuff to hold. Vakura did n't even bother to remember what thye were called. 
 
 `` I did n't come to pray. Leave me be''. 
 
 `` The Gods wo n't answer your prayers if you do not respect their ways, my son. Only the ones they consider worthy are the ones they will listen to, and they will deem you unworthy if you refuse to give them the respect they deserve''. 
 
 *Respect*. Vakura quivered with rage. *Respect*. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand and grinded his teeth as he turned back to the priest and walked up to him. He got right into his face as he took off the hood and showed the priest the scars that blinded him. That humiliated him. Broke him into pieces that he had to salvage back to what he was today. 
 
 `` Respect? Does this look they respect me? Hmm?''. 
 
 The priest was shocked to say the least, as he stepped back. He stammered a little as he took a step back. 
 
 `` They condemned me the second I was born. To a mother that did not love me and father that was never there. To be sold into slavery in which I was starved, beaten, raped, abused and neglected for most of my childhood. And the one thing, the one bright light in my life at that point maimed me, simply because she could. So tell me, **priest**, why should I kneel down'', he said as he snatched the things out of the priest's hands, `` hold these and ask them to please, please tell me why they did n't just kill me?''. 
 
 People around him were staring, but he did n't care. If this priest and hisknowledgable goodness had the stones to talk to him about respect like this, then he was going to get his ass handed to him. 
 
 `` The Gods must have had a reason for everything they did. Besides, you should be glad that you are alive. You live now so that one day, you....may...''. 
 
 Vakura had started to melt the priest's trinkets with his power. It started glowing and deforming, dripping from his hand onto the floor where they. The priest's heart started beating rapidly, and people around him were in awe. They knew who he was now. 
 
 `` You... you are...'', the priest said as he trembled with fear. 
 
 `` I am. You must wonder why all that happened to me as well, do n't you? Why would they scar their own son like this?''. 
 
 Vakura tossed the trinkets to the floor. 
 
 `` You're going to bring me to the altar. And I wo n't pray for them to answer. I will demand them to answer. The world will know that a Prophet walks the earth once more''.
