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Divine Intervention - Solo
Topic Started: Aug 28 2008, 03:51 AM (149 Views)
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**NOTE: I don't expect anyone to reply so I'll assume no one will, but if it does cross your mind, go ahead. Just make sure your character is ...careful.
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People would think it's the divine hand of the gods. That was the idea, and his signature, though no one had picked up on it. A dead body is a dead body. You bury it. Or loot its pockets and then bury it.

All over the floor - what was it? Red. It was red, but it appeared black there in the darkness - a large pool of sticky oil. Coat tails drifted on an air current, the feathers of the warrior angel. It couldn't be anythng but a being of supernatural proportions. That was all that ran through the man's mind as he poured all of his energy into the simple act of breathing. He had been wrong about the church. They truley must have the celestial kings and queens on their side. Or worse - he was right. In the remaining seconds of his life, his faith was shattered. Now alone and terrified, he begged.

"...D-Don't... Enough..." his words came out in struggled blurbs, attempting to talk over the red oil surging out of his mouth. "...I ...I won't... try anymore... I know where I belong now. You... you showed me. I won't ever-"

Divinity. That was the last image seared into his mind: the glowing white eyes of divinity. The crack and pop of pure energy engulfed the faceless angel. The body burned.

"No... You won't ever, ever again." Anonymous turned and fled the scene, leaving it there for someone to find soon. No doubt a passer-by would be able to smell the stench of burnt, rotting flesh.

On the heads of gargoyles and the wings of buildings, he glided across the skyline towards the temple. Another job well done. They had come to expect nothing less. The burnt corpse coudn't have been further from the truth, for this was not the hand of the gods, it was the hand of men. How else could he seem to be so cruel?
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