Once he had isolated what he needed, it became fairly easy for National Security to toy with War's mind. Arranging, switching and creating new images, planting false information was a speciality of his and he was enjoying it.
Immensely.
The scripture the Horseman adhered to claimed that she and her brothers would bring the End. That they would cast fear and terror into the hearts and minds of the mortals, would bring upon humanity the final judgement.
Who says it will become true, War? Just because it is written doesn't mean it will happen.
The New God's hold on War's jaw tightened.
How do you know the Voice is telling you the truth? You think he relays the word of your God but how do you know it really is his word?
Have you seen him? Have you ever spoken to him yourself? Do you have proof?
Leaning in, Jamie brought his mouth close to War's ear.
"There is no End. Your purpose - or rather what you believe to be your purpose - Adi, might be nothing but a lie they've been telling you to keep you docile. To make sure you're a good little girl. For all you know, they're toying with you, Horseman." A slippery latex covered thumb brushed a trail of blood off the Horseman's lips.
"Look around you," he continued, raising his voice a little to make himself heard over her laboured breathing. "Where is your God? Why would he allow us 'heathens' to treat his precious instruments like this?" The corner of his mouth curled up.