As a Peak Exalted Human level Mage, the first thing Gerhart did was switch on his elemental vision to see just what kind of spell was causing this ball of light to appear.
Not for a second did he buy that stuff about sinning and salvation. For centuries, his ancestors had tortured humans, year after year. For them, humans were just playthings which brought them entertainment and a sense of acplishment when they made them squeal, as, in their view, that was all they were worthy of.
Yet, now, he was suddenly supposed to believe that they were all suffering in hell? Fat chance.
And as for the statement that this was all a dream? Well, again, he didn't know whether he believed it, even though all the signs were currently pointing in that direction.
Only, when Gerhart did switch on his elementary vision, he saw something that made him gasp with shock.
There were no elementary particles being moved! This was some kind of being that was in that shape!
Daneel smiled as he saw the elf realized this. Of course, this was all being done by Mind Control. He had already taken control of the man's mind when he had awakened, and now, he was in plete control of what he saw and thought.
"As you see, I am no hoax created by a spell, Gerhart. I am real as you and the poor women beside you whom you **** every night. You are confident that your ancestors have done the same for centuries. Well, let me show you what they are up to, right now."
Saying so, the light brightened, while, in front of Daneel, the elf collapsed.
He was doing this after dropping off Drakos in his stone pedestal, and although the Ancient Dragon had asked why, Daneel hadn't answered, thinking that telling him that he was creating a fake religion might count toward him being enticed toward the dark path.
So, he was in this alone, but that wasn't a problem with his Peak Champion level system, as he was only handling Peak Exalted Human level Mages for the most part.
Daneel watched as the elf's eyes twitched while he was seeing his ancestors being subjected to the most gruesome tortures imaginable to him. That was definitely a long list, as Daneel had taken a look around the elf's secret chambers. The kinds of torture devices and the state of the prisoners there…had made his blood boil, making him want to kill this elf, right here.
Yet, the best punishment for such people was to strip them of what they valued most. And for elves like these, it was their superior feeling that was most valuable to them.
Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Daneel stopped his thoughts, watching while froth started to form at the elf's mouth due to the fact that he must be reacting violently to that nightmare in his mind that wasn't ending.
Finally, after a minute, Daneel resumed his 'divine intervention'.
Indeed, Gerhart had just seen his own father being torn apart into pieces while alive, and then reformed perfectly, before being subjected to a different form of torture. This went on, again and again, all while his screams echoed in Gerhart's head.
Right beside him was his mother, and then his grandparents, and behind them were a long line of people.
He caught no glimpse of the ones actually carrying out the torture, but that was even more horrifying. In a way, it had almost been like his ancestors were being forced to do all that to themselves.
As he came back to his senses, Gerhart collapsed to the ground and knelt without any hesitation.
An eternity of that…just thinking about it made him take a piss in his pants. As the one who enjoyed inflicting pain so much, there was probably no one else who could understand better exactly what that meant.
No! He didn't want it! Whatever this damn ball wanted, he would do it!
"Please save me! I have sinned!
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