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[Silleh Boy]

"I cannot possibly even consider doing that without knowing what I am getting into first," you responded, shaking your head as you started to stand, as you looked towards the door, considering simply leaving at this point. "What are you really, who is he really?" you asked, guesturing for emphasis as you spoke, before narrowing your eyes as you spoke calmly and deliberately for emphasis. "Give me reason why I should kill the man that I respect more than any other."

The figure stood before he hopped from the top of the pew, wings manifesting for a brief moment, flapping as they allowed him to gracefully land. He turned his back to you as his wings faded from view, as he started to pace up towards the altar at the front of the church, hands clasped behind his back as he sighed.

"I am an immortal, Sabrina. I have filled the role of a mouth of god, delivering his word for two thousand years. As time has passed, I have become more akin to that what you may know as an angel. While I may not be, I may very well ascend to become such one day. Until that day however, my duty is here on earth, delivering the word of our lord to those that will accept him."

He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at you as he did so. "He is willing to offer you your humanity back if you will do this service in his name, to free him from this world that he has returned to too soon."

You looked at the figure, then down at yourself as you wondered if you'd be even able to live with yourself for doing such a thing. You would have betrayed somebody who despite all his failings, had done his best to do the right thing when it came to you.

"You speak of the reward, yet you evade the question of who, of what he is," You closed your eyes, a wry smile crossing your lips as you did so. "This is a test, you are tempting me. You are offering me something that I desire, to see if I will blindly do something..."

You opened your eyes again to see the figure standing a short distance from you, clapping softly as he smiled widely. "Very good, Sabrina, there is hope for you yet. Removing the taint of the body is something that would ultimately be for naught, if an equally spoiled mind was left uncleansed."

You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

You had hoped that there was something at least you could do to be free of this taint.

"Will you at least tell me who he is, what he is?"

"I am permitted to tell you but one thing, he is an immortal who is reborn every time his physical form is destroyed."

With those words the figure vanished, leaving a handful of white feathers drifting to the ground where he had been stood. You leaned down, picking up one of the feathers before tucking it into your hair, knowing that before the night was over that you would likely have lost it. This was fine by you though, angel or not, you didn't think you'd want to keep a feather from such a holy person for too long. Something about them unsettled you, though the entire experience in a way gave you hope.

Hope was something you could always do with more of.

You picked the machete up from beside the pews, strapping it to yourself as you stepped from the church, walking down the paved path as you made your way to the gate. As you stepped through the gate, closing itself behind you again you looked back at the church briefly, wondering if that had all really happened. The feather in your hair said so, though your mind told you that you were going to wake up any second now and find that it was all a dream, that you were still that hated abomination in the eyes of just about everything.

You knew you weren't dreaming though, you knew that you were awake and that the world about you was still the horrible and monster filled place it had always been. You were out at prime time for that what went bump in the night, and you had a fool to setup the rescue of.

The night was young and you felt alive.

As you looked each way down the street, you asked yourself, was there something you wished to try and accomplish tonight, or another location you'd like to visit?

[RAM]

>eat feathers

[rickvoid]

Wait. Did I catch that right? Eurochkoles is God? Or, at least, his mortal avatar?

Um.

[Osmosis Jones]

No, the other immortal is the mouthpiece of a god, Eurochkoles is just an immortal superhuman. That said, Euro is on his way to becoming a god. That's kinda the whole point of this story, going by the OP.

[maxicaxi]

No, the other immortal is the mouthpiece of a god, Eurochkoles is just an immortal superhuman. That said, Euro is on his way to becoming a god. That's kinda the whole point of this story, going by the OP.

A! GOD! OF! WAR!

[RAM]

Yeah, seriously, this figure is dodgy, we can't afford to trust them. They are all show, and the best they could muster is a few minor mental powers and some special effects, when Pride puts on a show you become immortal, and we ditched that scene easily enough...

Speaking of which, if we stop eating horrors we may lose our regenerative ability, we can't afford to lose that while Eurocles is out of commission...

It will make it easier for Pride to track us, and the MMs will recognise us as enlightened again, but you have to pay a price somewhere...

[Osmosis Jones]

Get two feathers, and stick one into the skin at the base of each shoulder blade.

[dragnar]

No, the other immortal is the mouthpiece of a god, Eurochkoles is just an immortal superhuman. That said, Euro is on his way to becoming a god. That's kinda the whole point of this story, going by the OP.

I disagree.

He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at you as he did so. "He is willing to offer you your humanity back if you will do this service in his name, to free him from this world that he has returned to too soon."

I think he might be talking about Eurochkoles here... It sounds like he might be much closer to being a god than we thought.

>eat feathers

Do EET.

[rickvoid]

That was the bit I was referring to, yes.

No more horror eating. Even one bite would be too much.

Try the feathers on the shoulder-blades thing. It won't work, but if it does...

[dragnar]

No more horror eating. Even one bite would be too much.

It was something close to an angel. That's about as far as you can get from a horror. Any side effects of eating those feathers will probably be more along the lines of our mind trying to turn us into a zealot.

[Armok]

>eat feathers

this.

[rickvoid]

RAM's post seemed to suggest that he thought we should eat more horrors to prevent losing our powers. I was opposing that. I guess I'll back the feather eating, but the fish didn't seem to do anything to us, so I doubt this will either.

[Toaster]

Might as well eat it (yuck.)  I imagine an angel's feather has more power than a couple normal fish.

[Silleh Boy]

You sighed softly as you walked across the street, deciding that for the moment you'd just relax and let this all sink in. The entire experience was confusing in a sense, you had the feeling that it didn't add up, that the figure you had spoken to was vague. At the time you hadn't thought to question it, yet now...

Now you were uncertain and were starting to wonder if you could truely believe everything that had come out of that figures mouth. Sure, he knew your name, sure, he knew that you hadn't been to a church in a long time, but you knew that even if he had found such details out directly from his god, that you still couldn't trust him entirely.

Maybe the entire thing had been intended to cast doubt on Eurochkoles, to make you question who he was, what he was ultimately capable of. There was something about his wording that had been vauge too, was Eurochkoles their god, was Eurochkoles a major figure to them that they wanted returned?

You settled down atop a wall facing the church yard, sighing as you gazed at the building, as you wondered if this had been wise in the slightest. You had nagging doubts now and you didn't know what to make of them. Your mind raced as you considered the possibilities, he could be a  reincarnation of their god, he could be a reincarnation of one of their saints, he could be a reincarnation of one of their most feared figures.

Somehow, the concept of him being one of their feared and hated figures didn't seem right. If anything he had never shown any intent to carry out truely malicious action or evil, he acted in self defence, he tried to keep his emotions in check, he tried to be a good person and he felt remorse. Maybe he wasn't even one of the figures from their religion, maybe he was an external figure who had been a target of theirs simply because they viewed him as a threat.

Your mind wandered to the feather in your hair, to the wings the figure had bore. They had been beautiful, brilliant and white. They really completed the illusion that he was an angel, that he was no doubt happy to play upon with those that came to the church to see him. You wished you could have wings, that you could fly high above the city...

You sighed wistfully as you slipped from the wall and back to the gate of the church grounds, gazing at the building before you as you wondered if it was possible. It couldn't hurt to try and spur a pair of them to grow using his feathers, could it?

Before you knew it you were back inside, picking up the feathers that had been left scattered behind and out again, a sensation of exhilaration rushing through you as you hurried out again, settling on the wall as you reached over and jabbed the feathers testingly against your shoulders. It was almost like when you were a little girl again, pretending that feathers you had gathered were your wings, that with them you could fly.

Only now, you felt that there was just the slightest chance that you may.

The feathers merely scraped against your skin despite your best efforts to jab them into it, prompting a huff from you as you decided that the next course of action was to try and eat them. Your dreams of having wings you quickly realised were a throwback to your childish desires as you gagged, then spat out a half chewed feather as it tickled the back of your throat.

You were going to be finding bits of that in your mouth for weeks.

You alternately scraped your nails against your tongue and spat out more of the feather as you fiddled with the remaining two in your hand, before tucking them into your hair. You were thankful that Eurochkoles hadn't been here to witness this, as he would no doubt have laughed at you for such a childish act. You'd do anything to hear him laugh like that right now, as it'd mean that he was safe and well.

You sighed as you turned your attention to the moon, the distant howl of dogs your only company as you sat there feeling lost. You felt like you had achieved nothing, you could feel doubt setting in, you could feel apprehension. Eurochkoles was depending on you, and you were sat here lost and confused, grasping at straws in your efforts to help him.

You knew that self pity wasn't going to help anything, you had to get a grip of yourself. You had to work harder to find something that would work. The question was, what were you going to do?

[dragnar]

Ah well, was worth a shot.

I don't see what we can do from here really. Brute force won't work, pride would sense us trying to sneak in, and we don't really have any allies to call in apart from the guilds we already told about all this.