it's simple really, someone who turned from His light and strayed into evil and is then caught gets sentenced. their mind is removed, they are conditioned, molded and formed to suit their new sculptor and soon they become a pacified creature obeying on the will of their master.
the helm that covers their eyes shield them from the gloom of the world, keeps them dormant and obeying. keeps them in check. and when the word is spoke, the helm raises, and the frothing madness that they become is nigh unstoppable.
Exterminatus....
And so it is that we come to be the same determined frothing things, gladly leaping at the meat, held out at arms reach, making sure we gulp it down before the pack can get it, and leap for the next treat. We obey, we spurn all realization and though of consciousness, of meaning and instead join the ranks as the emperor's next gleaming Soldiers, his next load of bodies to be thrown in the pit.
We bow down, allow corporate and clean, allow Shadowed and menstrual allow fucking worms boring into our foreheads, to quote ,"go to sleep America, have thirty channels of American gladiators to keep you happy..." we allow the tsochar to infest within, to grow, to make a puppet of you, to glean the pipes, hold you close for warmth, and throw you away cuz you hold back.
You kneel, and I'll be the one whose feet you kiss...
"May you serve the Emperor better in your death than you did in your life..."
-Inquisitor Rulebook, Damien 1427
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