Story
Smert
The Communion (41)
- It… it is an honor.
- This is not the communion.
- To share in the communion.
- You are mistaken.
- … then what is?
- It’s happening.
- This is his communion.
- Let the Great Mether’s spirit fill you.
- Take a deep breath.
- And you must endure.
- I see… yes… I know what must be done.
- Raise your fists.
- To begin...
- With your fists.
- You must suffer as Matka has.
- Again.
- Let every blow be a prayer.
- That's better.
- You do not believe. Not yet.
- Your blows lack conviction.
- (grunts)
- Good.
- How long must this go on?
- I… I am ready, Prophet Smert. Strike me.
- I… I can’t do it.
- Now you must suffer as Matka has.
- Then I will.
- Brether?
- What has she shown you, brether?
- Ancient tablets.
- And on muttering lips.
- But no more.
- For too long, has our faith been untested.
- It has languished in books.
- Nothing more than empty rituals.
- We will suffer for our faith.
- Come with me.
- Get up. Off your knees.
- Not anymore.
- This is not how we pray.
- Yes, Prophet Smert.
The Confession (27)
- A sign?
- I will not hide from them.
- Let Matka decide.
- Our enemies.
- Perhaps it's best if we leave.
- And yet... I crave her voice all the more.
- Have faith, Prophet Smert.
- I thought beholding the Great Mether would quell my doubts.
- I’ve not heard Matka’s voice in months.
- Look at all she has given you.
- Perhaps I have not suffered enough?
- She will return to you, when the time is right.
- That it would make my faith… unshakeable.
- If that is what Matka wills.
- I am no prophet.
- I killed a man with my bare hands.
- Matka worked through you.
- What are you doing… Prophet Smert?
- What kind of god would allow that?
- And yet, you’ve defiled it with this rabble.
- It’s true.
- There’s nothing to fear, brether.
- What brings you here, Sester?
- Will you atone?
- You were charged with protecting this sacred ground.
- We seek the so-called prophet.
- You will not touch him.
The Atonement (22)
- Make me suffer!
- Yes… that’s it.
- You must renounce these lies.
- But Matka did appear to me.
- I wish I could lie.
- More blasphemy.
- Perhaps she will again?
- Admit you’re a liar, a charlatan.
- And this will all be over.
- Are you ready to atone?
- I am.
- This can end at any time, Smert.
- So, then… is Matka or him your god?
- Tell me, Sester Tishina.
- The First Hierarch, of course.
- Who was it that gave you this authority… to decide whose god is real?
- You blaspheme again.
- I… I think I can feel Her.
- Please, don’t stop now.
- She’s near.
- You’re mad.
- You’re not a heretic.
The Redemption (20)
- And we need our martyr.
- Brether… release me.
- Her child needs you.
- I am the Prophet—am I not?
- Just let me out and I’ll explain.
- Listen… she’s not what you think she is.
- You have to die here.
- You’ve turned against her?
- You… have sinned.
- Brether!
- No… Matka.
- Sester Tishina?
- She said you’d be dead.
- What? You’re alive.
- He has to be here!
- … what?
- I will redeem you.
- She’s not our god.
- She’s something else.
- Something worse than I ever imagined.
The Revelation (20)
- But are you talkin’ to Great Mum in the sky?
- I am.
- I’m sure she’ll save you.
- I… hope so.
- Maybe she’ll save you…. or maybe not.
- Uh… sorry, for interruptin’.
- Well, let’s test her.
- You think she’s really listenin’?
- Fill me with your purpose.
- Please, Great Mether, hear my prayer.
- Though I am not of your womb… I sup from it.
- Smert... come.
- I will give you purpose.
- I will make you anew.
- Rise, brether Smert.
- Matka, is that you? Are you here?
- An omen. Anything.
- I beg, dear Matka. Answer me. (deep inhale)
- I need to know I have not wasted a lifetime worshipping you.
- Now more than ever I need a sign.
The Vision (18)
- Come, Smert.
- Is that… you?
- Matka?
- I renounce this faith.
- I renounce you!
- No! No more.
- You’re no god.
- But… why?
- Think of what your death will do?
- Why me?
- Your life has inspired many.
- I did all that you asked.
- I see how your search for purpose pains you.
- I want to help you.
- What have I done wrong?
- What?
- Where am I?
- You’re going to perish, Smert.