Mortal Shell 2 Database

Smert

Well, I spoke to Her. For the first time.

Truly.

I can show you.

But it will be unorthodox.

But it will be unorthodox.

Is this what you wanted!?

It is in fact.

That's it! Very good.

You really are mad.

Don't stop now, Hierarch.

Yes, keep at it.

Harder!

I'm sorry, but I can't hold back.

Our suffering must be honest.

Come on. You must hit me. Hard.

Do you hear Her?

Almost... there.

I hope.

Yes… that’s it.

Make me suffer!

I wish I could lie.

But Matka did appear to me.

Perhaps she will again?

More blasphemy.

Are you ready to atone?

I am.

This can end at any time, Smert.

Admit you’re a liar, a charlatan.

And this will all be over.

Tell me, Sester Tishina.

Who was it that gave you this authority… to decide whose god is real?

The First Hierarch, of course.

So, then… is Matka or him your god?

You blaspheme again.

Please, don’t stop now.

I… I think I can feel Her.

She’s near.

You’re not a heretic.

You’re mad.

It… it is an honor.

To share in the communion.

You are mistaken.

This is not the communion.

… then what is?

Take a deep breath.

Let the Great Mether’s spirit fill you.

You do not believe. Not yet.

Your blows lack conviction.

That's better.

Again.

Let every blow be a prayer.

(grunts)

Good.

Now you must suffer as Matka has.

I… I can’t do it.

How long must this go on?

Then I will.

I… I am ready, Prophet Smert. Strike me.

What has she shown you, brether?

Brether?

How long must this go on?

As long as Matka wills.

As long as Matka wills.

As long as Matka wills.

As long as Matka wills.

For too long, has our faith been untested.

It has languished in books.

Ancient tablets.

And on muttering lips.

Nothing more than empty rituals.

But no more.

We will suffer for our faith.

Get up. Off your knees.

This is not how we pray.

Not anymore.

Come with me.

Yes, Prophet Smert.

A sign?

Our enemies.

Perhaps it's best if we leave.

I will not hide from them.

Let Matka decide.

I thought beholding the Great Mether would quell my doubts.

That it would make my faith… unshakeable.

And yet... I crave her voice all the more.

Look at all she has given you.

I’ve not heard Matka’s voice in months.

Perhaps I have not suffered enough?

She will return to you, when the time is right.

Have faith, Prophet Smert.

If that is what Matka wills.

What are you doing… Prophet Smert?

I am no prophet.

I killed a man with my bare hands.

What kind of god would allow that?

Matka worked through you.

What brings you here, Sester?

You were charged with protecting this sacred ground.

And yet, you’ve defiled it with this rabble.

It’s true.

Will you atone?

If that is what Matka wills.

There’s nothing to fear, brether.

I’ve not heard Matka’s voice in months.

Perhaps I have not suffered enough?

She will return to you, when the time is right.

Have faith, Prophet Smert.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Brether… release me.

I am the Prophet. Am I not?

You… have sinned.

Listen… she’s not what you think she is.

Just let me out and I’ll explain.

You’ve turned against her?

You have to die here.

Her child needs you.

And we need our martyr.

Brether!

What? You’re alive.

She said you’d be dead.

Sester Tishina?

No… Matka.

… what?

He has to be here!

She’s not our god.

She’s something else.

Something worse than I ever imagined.

I will redeem you.

Please, Great Mether, hear my prayer.

Though I am not of your womb… I sup from it.

Fill me with your purpose.

Now more than ever I need a sign.

An omen. Anything.

I need to know I have not wasted a lifetime worshipping you.

I beg, dear Matka. Answer me. (deep inhale)

Is that… you?

Matka?

Come, Smert.

But… why?

Why me?

Your life has inspired many.

Think of what your death will do?

Where am I?

You’re going to perish, Smert.

What?

What have I done wrong?

I did all that you asked.

I see how your search for purpose pains you.

I want to help you.