02-03-2023, 03:45 AM
Meera’s lip turned down into a scowl at the flagrant display of God’s Light. Jaxen Marveet was a demon – as was evinced by the delicious, cruel shades of red that seemed to pour forth from him. Hell fire leapt up to mark him as unclean. Meera’s hand tapped away at her wallet, absently spelling out the words ‘Confirmed God…’ She went on to type out what she saw as she saw it. The demon did little more than act like a peacock. He showed no real power.
Why settle for the color red when the living blood of a mortal vessel shown much brighter?
Amateur, Meera thought with a sneer.
The false idols knew not what they were playing with. It was all for show. All a game. Such an affront to the Divine. Jaxen Marveet was the worst sort; he was as the King of Gomorrah upon a phallic throne. Stealing the Light and warping it to his own bent deviance. His blood was worthy of the Scourge. His blood would feed God’s eternal hunger.
The Light finally erupted just behind her shoulder as visions of Jaxen swam before her minds eye. Spread eagle, flayed so that God’s unblinking eye could gaze directly into the Demon’s heart. A string of Air formed subconsciously, ready to slither and bite away at the unclean thing’s neck. Meera’s eyes found the rockstar’s retreating back. She shook hear head to clear away the crimson visions, banishing the whip of the Light.
Tonight was not a night to avenge.
Tonight was a night to watch and to record the sins of the world.
Why settle for the color red when the living blood of a mortal vessel shown much brighter?
Amateur, Meera thought with a sneer.
The false idols knew not what they were playing with. It was all for show. All a game. Such an affront to the Divine. Jaxen Marveet was the worst sort; he was as the King of Gomorrah upon a phallic throne. Stealing the Light and warping it to his own bent deviance. His blood was worthy of the Scourge. His blood would feed God’s eternal hunger.
The Light finally erupted just behind her shoulder as visions of Jaxen swam before her minds eye. Spread eagle, flayed so that God’s unblinking eye could gaze directly into the Demon’s heart. A string of Air formed subconsciously, ready to slither and bite away at the unclean thing’s neck. Meera’s eyes found the rockstar’s retreating back. She shook hear head to clear away the crimson visions, banishing the whip of the Light.
Tonight was not a night to avenge.
Tonight was a night to watch and to record the sins of the world.
"She had tortured hundreds, maybe thousands, in the name of understanding and reason. Torture made sense. You truly saw what a person was made of, in more ways than one, when you began to slice into them. That was a phrase she'd used on numerous occasions. It usually made her smile."
- The Wheel of Time, The Gathering Storm, Chapter 22, Robert Jordan