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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[pilfered]

[ it's a calculated risk, speaking. all of this is a calculated risk, really, and eames is hoping it doesn't end with him dead in this alley, because that would just be embarassing. arthur would never let him live it down.

he shakes his head, lips flattening into a line.

one hand is sliding behind his back, reaching for the gun in his belt. he's no qualms about shooting azrael and leaving him in the alley. or tossing him into the river. ]

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Answer me!

[ he's slowly drawing Sin out of its scabbard, wrath blooming. unaware, too self-focused. ]

I said―

[pilfered]

[ eames abruptly abandons the gun and punches azrael square in the face. it's a rather straightforward approach, but arthur's out of the country and there's no one else he trusts to help him hide a body. this will have to do, even if all it does is give him a little room to manuever, to get his gun out and threaten his way out of here.

wordlessly, of course. ]