So revolutions are quick and violent, so, instead, take a long ti; the latter ones are more insidious, more deeply rooted once they start manifesting. They are like a cancer that gets discovered only after tastases have taken place. The most famous one is the Christian revolution. Romans tried to persecute the practitioners, but the damage was already done.
And you know who spread religion among them? Won. Won were bored out of their mind, and religion made them feel important. Christian housewives are similar nowadays. The most ironic thing is that, once won and slaves, to be fair had started spreading their new creed, other n, feeling the importance of this new religion, took it away from them. n decided that won shouldnt ddle with the higher spheres of their religious organization. Consequently, Christianity failed to take over. They also failed in persecuting religion, however. Both sides were governed by n. The fact that Christianity had been in the hands of won, however, made it easier to spread like a plague among the Roman empires. Why? Slaves and won, who had been relegated to the fringes of society, finally heard soone say you matter. Won amplified that ssage, which reached every corner, poisoned their minds, and created zealots and martyrs in spades.
I rember this lesson from high school.
And I also rember the solution I found back at the ti.
If I had been a Roman Emperor, I would have given won the job of persecuting Christians. n, they know violence, sure. But when dealing with religion, it was the other side who recruited the ones expert in manipulation and capable of the type of warfare which even the most experienced Roman general was unaware of.
Psychological warfare.
A man will always be inferior compared to a woman in that regard. n have dicks. That fails them. As long as a n can be governed by an appendage of his, he will be useless in finer manipulations. A woman, instead, rarely is controlled by her passionsafter being trained, at least.
If won had taken over the job of eliminating the filthy Christians from the face of Earth, they would have done the job splendidly. All the won who had been converted would have found an equally terrible foeanother woman. And that would have been their end. You cannot fight the war of minds with raw violence and crucifixion. That was so obvious even to a younger . Instead, recruit the won who have been abandoned by the church, let them be the executioners of the n who have shunned them away; no one can be more cruel than a woman who has been betrayed, who has been stripped of the power that should have been hers.
What a sword through the head, crunching the skull, can do is extinguishing one life. But not even a genocide managed to eradicate Christian belief. All religions are the blackest poison, and once they enter the veins, the poison will never get fully eliminated, not without singing the flesh and crushing the bones in the process
Won would have solved that.
And all the most widespread religions still fear won, still want n in charge. Because they day a woman takes over, no man will be their equal in leading with faith. No greatest zealot will exist than a woman with a mission. No greater martyr than a woman who believes in sothing so firmly.
I sotis contemplated the idea of waging a war on religions. All of them, not just one. Start with the closest places of cult, like the Vatican. Strip naked their leaders and have them beg on their knees, have them pray. Not to kill them after, no. Im not a man. Id torture them until they would scream every invective in existence against their Gods, have all Humans see what kind of pathetic and weak n are manipulating them. Have won, especially, see that a woman can be much more than a follower. A woman can be a leader. A woman can be judge, jury, and executioner.
n without scruples are tyrants, won without scruples are monsters.
Delacroix painted a woman with the French flag in her hand, leading the revolution, personifying the concept of Liberty. n are in the background, so fading along the lines the brush left behind.
As I finish cleaning the gun I used to kill the idiot harassing , I breathe in the fresh air of a new day. There is a job for in this city, this place that has been left to die slowly but surely. And theres only one person fit for the job.
Rember, leading a revolution is clearly a womans job.
I look at the notes on the rough paper, noting how my finances are being drained much quicker than I expected. Theres no imdiate job I could take around here, not without resorting to murderwhich I have yet to exclude from the list. I need funds, but this citys job market is dead. I have yet to explore the Glass and Steel District, but Im sure theres nothing for there as well. Brassieres? Maybe in a rich city with people ready to pay good coins for it.
I could act as the poor woman in need of rescue in the middle of the forest and put a bullet through so Humans bodies. But the risks in that case are too great.
I look at the rough map I drew from the books Ive read in Liciniums shop. I have yet to see one custor go through his doorhow is that old man surviving with all those expenses? The [Cleansing] potion he uses is not cheap. Its almost a luxury in a city so poor. But I respect the care applied to his loved ones. Im talking about the books, obviously. He doesnt ntion his sons, usually; when he does, its to remind himself and of how useless they are.
If I want to help the half-giants to co out of this, I need to know more about whats happening on Carilia. The Vanedenis, distant allies, are facing their own problems. And that ans I cant count on them. I did hatch a plan to move half-giants to Ko; then I discovered Ko has a rocky coast that is 4000 m above sea level.
Insane people.
There is no other way to describe the Vanedenis.
When I look at their stories, I wonder if they even exist. The tales surrounding their deeds are preposterous; a [Gardener] threw himself into the oceans icy water, swam together with thousands of other [Gardeners], [Druids], and [Green Mages] to the Sirens capital. Then, he killed their [Queen], a woman owning a red class.
Red classes are very powerful but perverted versions of normal classes. They are reserved for monsters and they always have so drawbacks. The most common one is the lost of sanity. And a man, a [Gardener], just killed her. If Licinium said the truth, it did take more than a year. It wasnt, like so book say, that he just went down and decapitated her. No, he fought a guerrilla and starved their armies, tied their supply lines
[Heroes]
Would I have gotten a red class back on Earth or a [Hero] one?
The line between the two seem thinner than it should be.
Cassandre! My favorite custor! Ziss shouts.
I raise my eyes, seeing the man dragging his cart toward the usual spot.
Get a fresh skewer when you can, I smile at him and then I go back to my notes.
Eating lunch around the plaza has beco a ritual, and it helps gathering information. People are willing to stop and talk to the only Human in the city, it seems. And a lot of [rchants] co around here, sotis even ones from other cities. Ziss also learned that I dont want to be disturbed while Im working. Even though Licinium has repeatedly called him an idiot, the guy is just simple.
Not everyone has to be a genius.
I look at the notes once again, with numbers spread all over the paper.
When I raise my eyes, I see a cat on the street. Its a stray. Fuzzy black stripes, half-dirt and half his natural fur, color an otherwise blond coat. Three small mice scuttle in front of him, while he looks almost bored at their pathetic attempt at escaping. The cat unveils its sharp claws and pokes one on the back, while the other two try to run in different directions. The mice are fast, but the cat doesnt seem concerned. The one who got poked instantly froze and the cat slowly and gently places a lick on its back with a malignant grin. As soon as its personal amusent with that one cos to an end, the cat decapitates it and starts strutting elegantly in direction of the other two.
The cat takes its ti, knowing that theres cat and theres mice. And the cat eats the mice, always. One of the two remaining mice is hiding behind a small stall, but the cat catches it quickly. Theres no escaping. The mouse dies a boring and unsatisfying death. The predator swallows it wholeif not entertainnt, let it be food.
Then, looking at the remaining mouse, frozen as well, probably on the verge of an heart attack, the cat walks up to it and prods it with a paw. It doesnt kill the little creature trembling in terror. Not like this. Not without fun. Not without entertainnt.
I look at my plans again, at all the notes Ive scribbled downand I tear them up.
With a feline smile over my face, I get up, ready to finally conduct so proper businss.
My pouch is empty, and my reserve of food is going to follow soon. The ride I hitched has finally co to its destination. I got a bit further than I wanted to. Around two weeks from Leggiadra. Distant enough to conduct proper business without being traced.
One of the main reasons Ive tried several drugs is to avoid looking like a cop. You want to participate to the right parties without looking like a ball-buster? You have to snort, ingest, shoot what you need to. No one likes a boring person. And the most important thing is that you are sending a ssage, we are the sa. Theres nothing worse than looking too different when you are among a crowd of real or pseudo-criminals. And you will have to go through the pseudo criminals before eting the real players.
Huge apartnts in the center of Paris where you find the new generation, twenty-sothing year old ingesting pills, snorting cocaine, showing off so golden guns that they have never shot. You can even find so famous rappers at those private parties. French rappers, obviously. But even though most are posers, sotis you can find a real one keeping an eye on the idiots, or simply providing protection. If you want to be noted, you have to show that you are one of them, but you also show restraint. No one wants to do business with a woman, and even less with a junkie.
So, if I want to do business with half-giants, I need a ticket to enter the right circles. I cant just waltz in the Glass and Steel District and wave guns around.
I have to shoot the guns.
And shoot the right people.
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