Sometimes, you burn heretics and witches and mutants, and it's all right. They are screaming madmen, cruel warlocks and loathsome beasts. They are monsters, and killing them is obviously good. Doing so feels righteous, and their torment fills you with vindictive pleasure as you avenge the suffering of their victims.
Sometimes, it's not so obvious.
Sometimes, the heretic is a gentle man who humbly suggests that the priests should spend less money on new cathedrals and more to help those in need. Sometimes, the witch is a kindly old woman, overlooked by the Tithes and the Black Ships, who has used her unsanctioned powers to heal the sick who cannot afford a proper medicae. Sometimes the mutant is a little girl who was born with three arms and big blue eyes, who cries for her mummy to wake up and pleadingly asks you why.
Sometimes, you question the wisdom of your Sister Superior, the Ecclesiarchy and the High Lords and sometimes, in your darkest hours, when you lie alone at night and the little girl's screams still echoes in your head, you even question the Emperor. You do penance for this of course, weeks of fasting, days of prayer, long hours of self-castigation to repent for your sin.
Sometimes, the pain and fatigue and constant praying helps you forget, puts your mid at ease, lets you sleep at peace.
I'm speechless,they're is just so much conveyed in this image, I'm floored by the somberness of it, it actually moved me. Incredible, that's all I can say.
*sob*All I want... is to hear your voice... Just once... for you to call out my name... Just once... for you to touch me... hold me... just once... ... ... ...
Pleasure is the Corruption entering your soul"
-quote from warhammer40k
This is quite stunning painting!
Sometimes, it's not so obvious.
Sometimes, the heretic is a gentle man who humbly suggests that the priests should spend less money on new cathedrals and more to help those in need. Sometimes, the witch is a kindly old woman, overlooked by the Tithes and the Black Ships, who has used her unsanctioned powers to heal the sick who cannot afford a proper medicae. Sometimes the mutant is a little girl who was born with three arms and big blue eyes, who cries for her mummy to wake up and pleadingly asks you why.
Sometimes, you question the wisdom of your Sister Superior, the Ecclesiarchy and the High Lords and sometimes, in your darkest hours, when you lie alone at night and the little girl's screams still echoes in your head, you even question the Emperor. You do penance for this of course, weeks of fasting, days of prayer, long hours of self-castigation to repent for your sin.
Sometimes, the pain and fatigue and constant praying helps you forget, puts your mid at ease, lets you sleep at peace.
But not always. And then you cry.
is to hear your voice... Just once...
for you to call out my name... Just once...
for you to touch me... hold me... just once...
...
...
...
... just... once...
-What I think she would think-
So true in the WH40K Spirit.
Well done