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a deity, birthed underneath the of a street lamp.  RECOGNITION, like a mother identifying her child out of a crowd of millions.  she heard his words, intoxicating, the voice suffocated of any angst she had to bear —– yet the purity inside him was crusted with a power, a darkness too concentrated to churn with her own mind ;; a purity that would make quick work in eradicating any form of energy she could manipulate.  a calmative aura with the intention to rip her will to shreds.

❛  … you aren’t a human —- nor mutant …  ❜  soft, q u a k i n g  tones ;; a wary expression was masked by something darker in a matter of seconds —- caution, distrust.  a child, blinded by ignorance.  such power was consuming, more addicting than the purest form of heroine ;; the nefarious silhouette meant to m a n i p u l a t e.

FEAR.  the mutant swept a hand in front of her && stumbled back, a thick wall made from the fruits of her doubt.  a barrier, a SHIELD —- protecting the unknowing from the monster that stood in front of her.  a superficial skin of obsidian twined around her fingers, && bled into an acute tip ;; a weapon to defend herself.  ——–  the other side of the wall began to flood with black energy, causing the surrounding air to become thicker.  the barricade would curl and twist around the diety ;; in what would result as SUFFOCATION.

❛     i am all that is and ever will be. i’ve begun a superior race and will see that nothing stops my people from a deserved world.   call me god           elohim, ra, en sabah nur.   ❜       sickened eyes shot it’s attention towards the stars, seeking some sort of guidance or destined action for this young mutant. faint whispers could only be heard by those blessed by celestial ancients, more importantly, apocalypse. many years spent upon worship of the constellations were put to good use ; he valued their words.

[ she isn’t proud, far from it. she was an idiot, she died and let the weak-   minded populace witch hunt her until she burned. it was a felony,   something to be enraged over but instead she sad for too long, with her   blood only bubbling under her skin. she fixes the positively hellish   creature in front of her with a glare. she doesn’t like him, but myrtle   won’t say she doesn’t respect him. ]

          No, that’s not GOOD enough.