Just a little glaze about the second game
Every time i see the altars in Blasphemous 2, I can't help but smile, simply cos there should be little to no way for most of the ppl we know of (bar the OGs Redento and Maybe Demogracias) to be remembered as they were, (unless the miracle intervened, then if so they are really kind).
Like i was hit in the gut with nostalgia for some of the Altarpieces:
Viridiana
Nacimiento
Demogracias(the guide)
like i can't help but imagine how our Penitent one would feel: Waking up a 1000 years later, when his life became story, story became myth and his friends became dust(at least until the endgame).
Imagine being forced awake for a mission you thought was over. You explore new towns, meet new acquaintances, find new weapons , with most traces of Cvstodia as you know it gone. Then you look at your altar piece, little wooden carvings that had some of (what may be) your closest acquaintances Millenia past in surprisingly accurate detail. would he be nostalgic and happy that their stories carried on, even after they had long departed for the great dream? or would he be sad that he would never see them again