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[no-soy-altivo-blog]

@The Church

Altivo hadn’t realised there had been a name for the belief system all the men had held, the system he had been brought up in. He hadn’t realised there was an alternative, and things without alternatives didn’t need names. But here he was, the land of alternatives, it seemed, and that belief had been Catholicism. He knew the tenets, he had known that by running away he had committed a sin, disrespecting his parents. Cortes had been his punishment, his own personal Lucifer, send to show him the error of his ways. Altivo considered the  Nuestra Señora de Atocha his own personal Purgatory, El Dorado his Heaven. He had thought he’d endured his punishment. He had thought that would be it. 

“Why? I took everything Cortes did to me. I didn’t question you once. Not even when you gave me El Dorado, and people who at least almost cared for me and took that away. But now? After all of that, I still try to reconcile with you. And then you give me him.” Altivo said, feeling tears run one by one down his cheeks. “He’s perfection, he’s my saviour, and your scripture, your followers tell me I can’t have him.” Altivo hissed, picking up the bible before him and throwing it against he wall. “I’ve had enough. I believe you exist, but I don’t want any part of it. If I have my way I will never have to meet you and account for loving him. I will never have to apologise for that and I will stay with him, no matter what crimes against you I must commit to do it.” He spat, standing up and turning only to come face to face with someone who looked as though they’d heard everything.