The Enemy of Both Sides

"The sun is the sun is the sun. Nothing more and nothing less. I have no use for gods or personified celestial bodies. And pardon me, but…" she raised her hand, a blue glow emanating from her palm as globules of bright blue lights began to swirl around it. "I am a mutant. My powers returned to me and far stronger than before. I am omega. I may not be human, but being human never served me well. I am no husk, I do more than simply exist.”

"The sun is the sun, but it is also something else. Just as you claim that you are more than a husk, so too is the sun more than just a celestial body. You may have powers now, but they still do not change, for if they did, then you are not truly dead. But then again, it doesn't really matter; for your heart does not beat, so you are still a husk. And in time, people will not see you as a mutant, or even as human, for to see a vampire as human would make it harder for someone to destroy them. That, and mutants being led by a monster hardly makes mutants appear more sympathetic." 

"Make it stop," she pleaded. "Please make it stop. I can’t…” Can’t process. Can’t think. Can’t filter it out.

"Wait… If you didn’t bring me here… Who did?”

She scoffed. “The sun has no gender, it’s a star not a sentient being. Hm, it seems you don’t know me at all. When I was younger I never planned ahead more than a week because I didn’t know if there would be two more weeks for me. When you’re a survivor you just try to make it until the next week, you rarely thought ahead. Thing is, I didn’t exactly fear death then. I just didn’t know when it was coming for me. Stop acting like you know what I feel.”

"If you wish, you can meet him yourself. It is far more aware than ou wish to believe. And while you were young then, you are not young now. You are not a mutant anymore. You are not human anymore. You are a husk, and you require a reason not to fall into torpor. After all, I feel far more than you; I imagine that the older you get, the less things you remember how to feel, as your nerves slowly die." 

Aracely bit her lip. “You… You’ll stop it? Can you do that?”

"I didn’t get to where I am by being submissive.” In fact, it simply wasn’t in her nature. Arrogant maybe, but she had a job to do and if that’s what it takes to get it done, then so be it. “I choose to keep peace on worlds that have no need to be plunged into the chaos they are.” She had no idea why she was discussing this with a God, it was pointless. She raised her eyebrow at him as he continued, laughing at the insinuation. “Yeah, u-huh, sure man. I need to do this so I don’t go loco. Please. I do this because it needs to be done. I could just as well spend my days on the beach.” In fact, the idea was one she rather liked. "I have a list a mile long of places we have restored peace and saved them from messes they didn’t ask for." She had no reason to explain herself, or her job, after all, it wasn’t exactly the most common job going around. But it served a purpose, even if he didn’t see it. "What is it that you want here?"

"I for one, want what you are providing me with. This conflict will continue, with or without your interference, until one side is destroyed or you create your peace. If you do create your peace, it will serve me better than if one side exterminates the other, because that too would create peace, and it would be much longer than the way you want to do it." 

"Now, I do not pretend that the Spanish were any sort of saints; they came for gold, glory, and god, and that suited me fine. I do in fact, play games with people, but that is what a god of fate does. If I let you all try to do your own fates, nothing would ever get done." 

She had been thinking about how to get back in touch with Barbara, about what might happen if things continued this way and about how she could change things… for the better. Change the wrecking course that Barbara’s fate seemed to have in store for her and then this person was here… like some kind of genie, asking what she wanted. Coincidence?

After all, the correct answer was to reach into the corpse's body and take out the heart. "Now, obviously we're not here to waste time. You require something from me, which is why I am here, but the question becomes whether or not you're willing to pay the price for it."