I have a friend, his name is Rev Bem. He’s a Magog, which probably doesn’t mean much to most of you, but they’re the race that’s the terror of the three galaxies. Their overwhelming instinct is to either kill and eat every non-Magog they come across, or, if you’re really unlucky, they lay their larvae inside you, which eat your insides and finally rip right out through your abdomen wall to be born. But Rev Bem is different.
He was born Magog, and he lived the same way as the rest of them for a while. But then he decided to change. And his will was so strong that it overcame his upbringing, his instincts, everything. He was the best, wisest, holiest man I’ve ever known.
Rev Bem is short for Reverend Behemial. He became a respected Wayist.
That’s why I believe in redemption. If someone like that that change, someone who was born from death and in every way designed by nature to kill others...if a Magog, the most aggressive and vicious and bloodthirsty race, can become a Wayist priest I figure there’s hope for everyone.
[He grins. He’s been affected by the mistletoe. And though he believes everything he just said, the mistletoe inspires him to tell everyone about it right now.]
I love this time of year.
Hey, anyone up for a trivia-night in the bar?