Who: Matt Murdock, NPC: Uriel and ?? What: A sight only the blind can see! When: Night after the Lightning Storm Where: Hell's Kitchen, NYC Rating: TBD Status: OPEN / Incomplete
Shuffling in his bed-sheets from an uneasy sleep, Matt Murdock listened to the darkness. There were voices. Whispering voices which spoke his name. They spoke words of a language he barely understood. As an experienced lawyer, he instantly recognized it as Latin but studying the language and associating words with meaning, was very different from understanding it in spoken tongue. These voices spoke the language as naturally as his heart beat in his chest. They seemed to be discussing him, arguing. It was a strange dream indeed and finally, Matt had gave up trying to sleep peacefully. He lay there awake, sighing and slowly opening his eyes.
Instantly he sat up and backed up against the wall. He gasped and turned his head, gazing at the beings standing in his bedroom. It couldn’t be! Was he still dreaming? Did those people have…. wings sprouting from their shoulder blades? The man simply did not know what to do. How was he supposed to react to seeing angels in his bedroom?
“So it’s true.” One of the figures spoke. Her voice was distinctly female. “He can see us, Uriel.”
“And in our true form as well.” Uriel answered.
“Yes, he has no human eyes to burn.” The last of the figures approached him inquisitively and Matt turned his face toward it, his heart beating so fast in his chest he thought it had leapt into his throat. The creatures seemed to be made of pure white light. There were three of them, humanoid in shape but taller and leaner with enormous wings.
“Something has burned them already.”
Matt turned to each of them, finding his voice and lifting his chin. “Who are you?” he asked, making to stand. His walking stick was on the other-side of the bed. He would need it if there was trouble. “What do you want?”
The one called Uriel straightened and addressed Matt with a commanding air. “We are angels of the Lord, Matthew Murdock. We’re here to rid you of your sight.”
Matt shook his head in disbelief. “What?” he asked in shook. “What are you talking about- angels? …I-I have no sight.”
“Oh, but you see each of us quite clearly, don’t you?” Uriel answered. “And our brothers and sisters near-by.”
Just as the angel spoke, Matt noticed precisely what he was talking about. It was true. Since his accident with a truck filled of toxic waste as a boy, he had lost his vision but Matt had gained a special kind of sight through enhanced hearing and sense of touch. He could still see the world but… differently. By listening and feeling, he was able to tell where things were for several city blocks in Hell’s Kitchen. Now there were the same figures, the same cars moving across the pavement outside, pedestrians on the sidewalks, cats in the alleyway, mice in the sewers except- the world around him seemed to be speckled with figures that were brighter than usual. As if they glowed with exactly the same light as the angels in his bedroom. If he were not mistaken… he could see dark figures too. Black, like voids, absent of beating hearts or any sign of life at all but still walking amongst the others. These angels had no heartbeat either.
“Are you sure this is necessary, Uriel?” the woman spoke again.
“Dire.” He answered, pushing past the others and leaning in toward Matt so far that their noses almost touched. He stared straight into the man’s eyes unblinkingly, glaring. “He cannot be trusted with such a gift. No human can. He even takes on the name “devil.” Isn’t that sign enough for you?”
Matt suddenly felt himself being lifted out of his bed. The angel had grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pulled him upward. He grabbed at Uriel’s hands and pulled roughly but his grip was incredibly tight. His strength was beyond human but more disturbing than that still, was the fact that the man eluded to the fact that he was DareDevil. How did they know?