Damien Thorn (antichrist_ceo) wrote in angellogs, @ 2016-01-01 16:48:00 |
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Who: Damien Thorn
When: January 1st, 12:34am
Where: New York City
What: Failed mugging attempt
Rating: PG-13
Status: Narrative
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Damien had been having a wonderful week so far. The message session with himself and Sherrinford went splendidly well, which he'd like to do more often. He also recently had a great night of wild, passionate sex with a hot young bloke named Aedan... damn that one had a nice body. He would love to enjoy him again at a later date. Perhaps even with an additional partner. And tonight during his visit to New York? Even more fun. He had wandered from bar to bar, sampling the drinks heavily, experimenting with the taste of many flavors, and yet had no signs of intoxication from even a single drop. He had even noticed a few familiar looking people during his bar crawl trek, perhaps he knew them from the network message forums.
And of course he had at least three adult encounters with random citizens. A male waiter, one young woman in a lawyer suit, and another young man. Each left them satisfied and nearly exhausted, while he was always ready for the next challenge. And then midnight was nearing. He mingled with the citizens, standing with the crowd in Times Square as they all watched the countdown, followed by the dropping of the giant ball. And then there was clapping and shouting, himself joining in that as well. A few moments after it died down, he decided to head back for the hotel and maybe get a couple more exciting romps with strangers.
Unfortunately, as he passed an alley, a pair of rough hands grabbed him, pulling him into the alley. Where he saw there were three of them cornering him. He probably should have expect ed it, dressed as nicely as he was. Himself a target now. Which which be changing very shortly. "Oh what's this, a mugging, how droll," he quipped with a coy smirk. No sign of fear in his eyes. Not a single tremble in his body or voice. Slightly confused them, most cowered from such as this. "You might want to walk away. Right now. Even if you do kill me, which would be quite impressive.. won't last. I'll just rise again in three days."
One of them, a woman, laughed. "Ohh! Really now, what are you? The next Messiah or something?" She advanced on him, then the others did as well, knives out.
"...Actually," Damien said, smirking, then turned serious, "yes, that is exactly what I am. I tell you the truth, if you don't depart from me, your lives will be forfeit. And also your souls and minds. Verily, many who stood against me usually died before they could even plan my demise. You should consider the fact that you actually got this far to be a miracle."
"Enough of this religious kook," the other one said, a middle aged man, slashing at him, slicing at his palm, while another stabbed in his side.
He went down, holding himself. And then slowly stood up, wound in his torso healed by now. "I warned you." His hand also then sealed itself, gash seemed to literally vanish. As if he had never been cut. "Look at me," he said, glaring at them.
Which they did, surprised, yet also confused. They had the idea to just doing it again. But unfortunately, they did actually look him in the eye. A major mistake on their part. As they began their approach, knives raised.. they began to slow. And then there was hesitation. Followed by arms lowering back down to the sides, and now vacant expressions.
Damien had taken advantage of the eye contact, holding their gaze with his own, each of them unable to look away. Flies in a trap. After which he used his unholy power to exert control of their wills, changing their intent to kill. Infusing them with a desire to stop their attempted killing. And then even further, to become his. As loyal to him as a priest could be to God. "You know this is wrong. Doing this to me. Just as you know what you must do now."
"My lord," they spoke at once, dropping down to their knees and proclaiming to repent and asking forgiveness. "Please accept us, forgive us, oh Lord, Prince of Princes, son of the true God... we see now our error and sin, and will die for for you. Just tell us, master."
"No dying tonight," Damien said, beckoning for them to rise up. "I accept your repentance. But do this again and it won't end well. Go forth and prepare the way for me. Collect more disciples, tell them their new Messiah has come and his name is Damien Thorn. Now leave and kill no one else." He smiled as they then r an off. He laughed, making his way out of the alley. Simpletons, so easy. But at least he was alive. And they wouldn't mug anyone else.. and he had a bonus, getting a few followers through the incident. "Bitch ruined my shirt," he added absently, continuing to make his way down the street and heading for the hotel he was staying in for the night.