there's a fire in your eyes

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WHO: Azrael and you.
WHERE: City streets.
WHEN: The night of December 9th.
WARNINGS: Violence; others will be added as they occur.
SUMMARY: His desire has filled and burst. And all Michael wants now is to be the City’s God.
FORMAT: You choose.

I want to be seen as God.

The thought festered within him for years, blasphemous. To even think it, much less let it grace his lips, much less actually believe it. As a pious altar boy, he had brought it up in the confessional multiple times. But the lack of absolution brought him to only stick the desire to the back of his mind, with the knowledge that it would inevitably worsen. Become more tangible.

A thousand voices rise from a chorus of whispers to a cacophony of cries.

Now. One moment, he's sitting watchful on a rooftop, thoughtful. The next, what could only be described as revelation, a breakdown of irrationally built walls, flaring into a bright, pure yearning. Even the recent corruption that had plagued him is ignored, in favor of this. This need for devotion.

I WILL BE SEEN AS GOD HIMSELF.

The concrete should bend under his righteous feet as he dashes across the streets, the roofs, in search of disciples and sinners alike.

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His hands fan out, open. "Yes." Honest. "I wanted to ask you something."

"What do you see me as? Am I human to you?"

[meowminx]

He's being weird. Even for him.

"As human as any of us," she replies slowly. "Porter changed most of us in some way. The ones who were ordinary humans before, at least."

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Despite knowing that the answer would be something along those lines, he feels a sense of disappointment. As if she's personally failed him.

"No," he says, turning his head to the side as if he were ashamed. "I'm more than human. I've always been greater than all of mankind."

[meowminx]

Okay. That one makes her turn around, still sitting but facing him instead of the city. "Always? Because this is actually pretty new coming from you."

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"I'm God. I can choose, I have chosen before, to reveal or remain concealed." Salvation is drawn from its sheath, casting a cold blue across them.

"You had the chance to be Abraham. You failed. I should strike you down for it."

[meowminx]

The surprise is probably visible in her eyes. Either he's gone off the deep end for real or whatever messed with his mind before isn't done with him yet.

"And here I thought were were past all this," she finally says. Her eyes are on him, not the sword.

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"Finally past all what?" He concentrates on the sin that vibrates through her words. As if it were a mosquito. "Past saving your eternal soul? It's not something to simply ignore."

"You cannot escape me. I will always be there, in essence, whether you attempt to run or hide."

[meowminx]

She has to breathe in and out slowly to keep from losing her temper. "I don't seem to be running or hiding at the moment."

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"Do you face me, then? Would you be a follower of mine..." He trails, lifting up the sword.

"Or an enemy?"

[meowminx]

Rather than answering, she picks up her cup of coffee and takes a long drink. It's starting to get cold.

"Not a lot of choices there, Mike," she answers once she's drained the cup.