The Reverend-General was terrible and beautiful. She stood a shade over 2 meters tall, her flesh quivering at over 200 kilograms. Pasty-white skin jiggled as she moved, somehow maintaining an aura of majesty. She was naked, of course - clothing only got between the individual and God. (The idea of a nonholy person - much less a Heretic - being naked was revolting, even to Blake. As such, he had showered in his clothes for his entire stay at Sharpin.)
Her hair was set upon her head in the intricacies affected only by the wealthy. As God's steward on Earth, riches were at her command, and it appeared she had taken full advantage of that. Her throne was ornate, elaborate carvings and gems competing for the attention of the lucky viewer. She crossed behind Blake and Humbot, sneering as she did.
Nothing had been said since her comment upon arrival, and the only sounds in the room came from her movement to the throne. As she settled into it, shifting her massive body into a comfortable position, Blake willfully calmed himself down.
"You're the heretic and the android that escaped from Sharpin, aren't you." It was not a question.
"Yes, your Leadershipness."
"Describe your heresy to me."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'll tell you when to beg!" her voice thundered. "Tell me about your heresy! How did it happen?! What were the circumstances leading up to it? And how did this infernal android come to be involved?"
"I'm not infernal," Humbot robosulked.
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