Who: Damien Thorn [closed] When: Afternoon, December 26th Where: Streets of Mystic Falls What: Signs and wonders Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete; narrative
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His son was born. The son of Damien Thorn, the Antichrist. The birth of a prophet. Though, the situation seemed slightly different than what he had imagined. Still, he has a son. He would not think on that just now as he had something very important to do. Other than his wife, soon. He had a feeling she would be glad to be resuming her normal shape once again. But now? It was as he had mentioned to her, and only her (unless his children knew of it, though maybe unlikely as they were from an alternate world than what he knew). He didn't say a lot. Just merely hinted that it was very important to his cause and that it was work related. Ohh, and it would be on the news too. That in itself should probably give an idea that it might be huge. Oh yes, the town will see this. It will be live. His idea, his hope, would be that all of Mystic Falls would see this, but Virginia state. And the rest of the country. Which of course will spread to other nations, and they'd want to look into it, and naturally they will find the broadcast.
There was an accident not very long ago. A semi had crashed into several cars and one bystander. Very messy, such carnage in it. And pain. ANd death. It was quite easy for him to reach out with his power the hour before now and bring this calamity into existence. There were ambulances, fire trucks, paramedic, a corner.. police cars. Ah yes, and news crews from a few station. Damien walked upon the scene like another innocent tourist, walking over to the crews. The reporters were speaking about the damage and tragedy. He was in frame. Told to step aside, but he looked into the camera. "I'm sorry, just in shock myself. So much pain here." He wiped his eyes. "Sorry, it's just... this should be all over the country. CNN should see this. So much tragedy, they have a right to know?" A moment and some reporters nodded, even the camera men, and called their bosses. Already out of frame, off camera, he waited another few minutes. Just letting the busy bees get to work. Another five minutes and he thought by now they'd be linked up with CNN, MSNBC, and any other media agency at once. During this time, of course, he was in deep and silent prayer with his father, with Lucifer. Asking to use him to perform his unholy will.
Good. It was now time. He was smiling on the inside but maintained his serious expression. He had now stepped into the frame as the reporters went on about how something like an act of God like this made no sense, as there was seemingly no cause for the accident to happen. As Damien was in frame, he stepped over to the couple of black coroner bags that the car accident victims were placed in, touching each one on the forehead, and saying audibly, "Arise! In my father's name, rise! Rise, be healed, and walk!" He the touched his hand to a man in a stretcher, all bleeding and dead, the bystander. "Live. Yes, your God wishes you to live! Rise up and walk!! The Messiah is among, and acts in accordance to his Father's will. He and I are one." He was in the middle now. Arms raised and looking at the victims, then to the sky. "Now, rise and join the living once more!"
That did it. No logical explanation how, but it happened. The scars had instantly healed. Breath had returned, gasps for air. And they lived again. Sat up, getting upon their feet. It seemed as though no injuries had taken place. The dead had been raised back to life. And all on live television. Damien then asked, "Medics? Your equipment working correctly? All six of you?" They had nodded, speaking so. "They were dead, how long?" Ten minutes or more. "Check them now, minimally. They were dead.." Nods all around. "And now they life? You see this, yes?" There were mumblings of a miracle. "It is! A miracle. Now, I know. Those who believe in religion. Only GOD can restore life. Only the Nazarene and his own raised the dead. So, what does what I have done, suggest to you about who I am...."
There was a long pause. Murmurings. Ohh, he let that sink in. "I am! Yes, you have seen it? You're live onscreen. Clearly, it happened after I touched them and commanded life to return to these bodies. You called this an act of God, this accident. But nooooo. It was an act of the Devil. But I opposed it. Also, people watching? Don't hate on other beliefs. Truth in everything you see. Like, for example.. reincarnation. There was a Messiah who did this 2000 years ago. And, now I have. I am the Nazarene, reborn in this form. Yes! The true Messiah. Here among you on Planet Earth, once again." He turned to the victims. Looking at them with compassion. "Look upon me, and into yourselves. You know I speak truth. Now, do you believe? If you do, then show me, kneel to the one you profess as your God." And so they bowed down before him. The reporters then asked questions at once. Like a bee factory, it was. Damien looked at the reporters, then right into the camera. "Shhh, just listen. Look upon me. Let those who have eyes and ears, to see and here. My name is Damien Thorn. As I have said, I am the reincarnation of Christ. But I will not force worship. Or punish for wrong. Look, let my father deal with that. No, let your life have free will. And when you lay with your spouse, or mate, whatever, think of me. Physical expression is the strongest form there is. Now.. any doubters among you? Any at all?"
Pauses, confusion. He simply watched. "It's fine. Play it back. Watch as much as you need. But you don't need to, do you? You have your own eyes. You have seen what I did. Restored life to the the dead and.. hey. You, your ear, what..." A man had been holding just one side to listen. Deaf in one ear. "I will fix it. But will you believe?" A pause, he touched it, and the man now heard in both. And then praised him as Messiah. "There, people? Do you see? I am exactly whom I say I am. You know this in your hearts. In your souls. Now, those of you at home? You may kneel and pray now, swear your souls to my purpose, whenever you wish to do so." He checked his watch. "Oh! Speaking of, I may have a meeting in Vatican City soon. I will be in touch. Til then? Keep me in your hearts." He smiled as he walked away. Reporters clamored, but a raised hand calmed them and they stopped. Almost like they hung on any word about to come out. Any skeptic in their group was soon a believer. "Just wait. More good things will come. But before I go.. prove your loyalty and love for me. Show it." And at that, they slowly dropped to their knees, calling him by several holy titles. It was then that he departed from the scene and headed back to his mansion..