[The look Jaskier returns to him is level, and also a bit surprised. Amused. Alucard, he should think, would be the last one to give any credence to any religious order.
Of course there are plenty of tales. But there is pa reason most on the Continent now ascribe to Melitele. For what else is there? The zealotry of the White Flame? The elves' old, long-forgotten gods? Even the monoliths were created by dwarves, not shaped by divine purpose. ]
The gods are hardly real, Alucard. Not as far as I can tell. There's plenty to believe and trust in, but I've yet to see any myself. There's monsters, prophecies -- true ones, even! -- and ghosts, and separate spheres and planes of existence. And yet the safest things to trust in are myself and my muses. As much as I once subscribed to the idea of Destiny... I don't know. It's much harder to hold onto now. And to recall the horrors I have seen -- I do not like to imagine they were decided upon long ago.
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Of course there are plenty of tales. But there is pa reason most on the Continent now ascribe to Melitele. For what else is there? The zealotry of the White Flame? The elves' old, long-forgotten gods? Even the monoliths were created by dwarves, not shaped by divine purpose. ]
The gods are hardly real, Alucard. Not as far as I can tell. There's plenty to believe and trust in, but I've yet to see any myself. There's monsters, prophecies -- true ones, even! -- and ghosts, and separate spheres and planes of existence. And yet the safest things to trust in are myself and my muses. As much as I once subscribed to the idea of Destiny... I don't know. It's much harder to hold onto now. And to recall the horrors I have seen -- I do not like to imagine they were decided upon long ago.