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𝐸𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛

[theurgie]

[compositequeen]

Hey cutie
You new in town? Never seen you around before

[This is not someone Emmanuel knows or even a familiar number, but it is someone he'll eventually have to meet - that being the demon he's come to hunt down and kill. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Seth has found him first.]

[theurgie]

(( getting texts and calls from strangers and unfamiliar numbers isn't unheard of for someone in his line of work. that alone isn't any cause for concern or bristling. however, the words on the screen? why does he feel like he needs a shower to wash the dirt off? ))

I don't plan to stay long.

[compositequeen]

Cocky~
We'll have to make it a memorable one then

If you live to remember it

[theurgie]

(( something about that phrasing was enough to make emmanuel's hand twitch around his phone. his memory... historically it wasn't good. well, selectively poor. but he never questions it (maybe he should). it's a sore spot. ))

I don't remember the monsters. Only the people I saved from them.

[horussment]

[Absolutely terrible news for you, Emmanuel - wherever you're staying during this assignment, there's just been a knock on your door.]

[theurgie]

(( god, why is he so cursed? what did he do (other than kill his own brother) to deserve this torment?

he's just at some dump motel that's about a half-step up from a pay-by-the-hour place. emmanuel would be too uncomfortable with the ambient sounds in one of those. but at the knock, he can't help a huff at the interruption. he doesn't recognize the person he sees in the peep hole, so he's on alert when he opens the door. ))

Can I help you?

(( he doesn't look like he wants to help at all. ))

[horussment]

[Oh. Huh. His dad didn't tell him that the exorcist was so young. Horus's eyebrows shoot up as he looks Emmanuel over, but only for a moment before his gaze shifts to the room behind him.]

Yikes. [Then back to Emmanuel with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes:] Nope, I'm the one here to help you. By order of my dad, I'm your new bodyguard as of today. Harris.

[He holds out a hand to shake. His heterochromia is particularly noticeable at the moment as the iris of his damaged left eye is nearly black compared to the pale blue of his right eye.]

[theurgie]

(( Oh, yes. He's young by all estimations. Young for a human. Young for an exorcist. Young for a priest. Just full young. But also full of experience and more than his fair share of tragedy, which brings an appropriate gravitas to his bearing. Perhaps that's less important to, what he can safely assume is yet another god. ))

Any chance my refusal would be accepted?

(( Sorry, Harris. He'll take one glance at the proffered hand and decidedly ignore it. ))

[compositequeen]

[He's been watching and waiting for what feels like eons since his idiot family felt the need to get involved with this exorcist thing. Seth thought he'd be a fun diversion, maybe a good way to keep Lucifer off the scent of his waning loyalties, but he's never allowed to have nice things so now it's building into an entire family war that Seth really wanted to head off until he had more power.

Well, fuck them. He's still going to have his fun. The tree was a good kick-off to his terror campaign against the exorcist but it's time to up the ante, and Horus the numbskull has given him a perfect opportunity. Imagine being stupid enough to frequent the same restaurant multiple times with the person you're guarding when you look as distinctive as Horus? Couldn't be Seth.

I mean no one has tracked down his bar yet, definitely not

His plan is so intricate it's almost grueling. He has to hide his own distinctive looks without being too obviously in disguise when he slips into the restaurant. He has to keep an eye on the two men while tamping down his godly energy to avoid tipping off Horus. He has to intuit a few things about the exorcist from previous observation to decide when he should sneak away, and runs the real risk of coming face to face with Horus instead if he gets the timing wrong.

But in the end, it's all worth it. Seth only has to wait a few minutes for the exorcist to walk into the men's bathroom and find him sitting casually on the counter, one long leg crossed over the other and a sweet smile on his lips that does nothing to soften his ravenous stare.]

Hello, Exorcist.

[theurgie]

(( One of many perks of his training since... before he could even remember is that he has really good situational awareness. Which is to say, he's not easily startled by someone being in a place where, perhaps, he didn't expect them. At least, he's not outwardly startled.

What is startling is the intensity of the man's presence (and even then, Emmanuel suspects he's holding a lot back so as not to alert his companion outside; well, if this is who he thinks it may be). ))

I prefer Father, if you please.

[compositequeen]

[Oh, Seth did hope this was how things would go.

He hops off the counter and crowds right into Emmanuel's space, curious to see if he can back the man up against a wall with the sheer force of his presence - using physical force is easily enough done if not, but this would be so much more fun.]

I don't. I'll call you whatever I want, exorcist.

[theurgie]

(( He can't help the way his chin lifts in defiance, even as he takes a half-step back. He values his personal space, especially when dealing with unknowns. His suspicion of who (what) this is isn't confirmation. Emmanuel steels himself, then, against all his better judgement, pivots on the ball of his foot to turn his back to the god. ))

Then we're done here, demon.

[horussment]

[The next time Set corners the two of them is different. He comes right to their shared hotel suite, makes no attempt to sneak in or hide his presence, and - well, something about the way he speaks really drives home the fact that he's lost his mind.

Horus can barely even make sense of what he's talking about. Is he jealous of Emmanuel for spending time with them? Not like Set has ever shown any real interest in rejoining their lives, aside from his gross fixation on Osiris. Does he think there's something... going on between Emmanuel and Osiris?! Because that's insane. But Horus has very little patience for Set's bullshit regardless of its content, so he doesn't have much time to speak before Horus decides to shut him up.

It doesn't go much better than the first time. He's distantly aware of Emmanuel getting thrown aside at one point and screams his name in horror, but then one of Set's feet lands a targeted hit to his mid-back and the whole world dissolves into white-hot pain. It'll be a good minute or two before he can move, which definitely gives Set enough time to kill his body.

So he thinks. Until he hears a volley of gunshots much too close to his head and Set's face disappears behind a fountain of blood, right before the two of them crash to the floor.

Horus looks up at Emmanuel and grunts - the air's knocked out of his lungs and his torso is still a throbbing mass of pain, so he can't speak just yet. Maybe just as well because if he could speak, the badass way that Emmanuel saved his hide might just inspire Horus to blurt out that he's in love with the priest.]

[theurgie]

(( This guy! He's absolutely the definition of what they call bat shit crazy. There's no denying it now. Just going off the rails over Emmanuel mouthing off in the bathroom wasn't enough to really solidify for the priest that this guy is, in fact, very insane. And very obsessed with his brother. Is that what this is really about? He's jealous because Emmanuel is... spending time with Horus and Osiris?

It takes a moment after he gets pushed into the wall in favor of Set fighting with Horus for the room to stop spinning. He may be a lot of things, but at the end of it, Emmanuel's still only human. Nothing he could do or know or learn would put him on par with a god in a fight.

That's a valuable lesson Emmanuel learned last time. And since then, in secret, he's kept a handgun with him. It won't stop a god, but it could slow one down. Marksmanship was part of his early training. He's not sniper, but he can definitely hit a target in the same room with deadly accuracy. Take out a leg, a few shots to the torso, and once close enough... two shots directly into Set's head. It won't kill him (probably???) but it will at least give them a few minutes to escape.

He drops his arm to his side, finger now off the trigger, and holds out the other to Horus to help him up. Horus might recognized that wild look in his eyes. Emmanuel may be more collected in his daily encounters, but like this? Well, he actually enjoys the hunt. ))

C'mon! We have to go now!

[horussment]

[Where will they go this time? How far will be far enough to find some respite from Set's attacks? Horus can't begin to strategize in his current state, so he hopes that Emmanuel has a plan - there's a rental car in their spot and the keys are in Horus's pocket, at least, so they're not completely stranded.

He staggers to his feet with another pained grunt and waits a moment for the room to stop lurching in multiple different directions, looking for all the world like a windsock dancing figure outside a store. Oh, his body's got a lot to repair this time if he's this weak.]

Yuh - [A harsh breath, and he finally finds his voice.] - you shot him.

[Horus looks like he's struggling very hard to keep from laughing, because he is. Laughing will just waste precious breath. But damn, that's hilarious. Set just got shot!]

[theurgie]

I bought us time.

(( All good questions that can be considered once Horus uses his words to articulate them. If he seems to be having an trouble with his balance, Emmanuel will brace him by the arm until any wobbling stops. And if that takes too long, he'll just sling Horus' arm over his shoulder and drag him out to the rental car. ))

Keys.

(( When Horus makes no effort (or one that's not fast enough for the priest's liking), Emmanuel reaches into his pocket to fish them out himself. Once he gets Horus into the car (And buckled up), he slides into the driver's seat and takes off. He really had no business criticizing Horus' driving that day. Well, they weren't running for their lives initially, so maybe he has some business doing it.

They're miles and miles away before Emmanuel jerks the car off the road and flicks on the hazards. Shifting to face Horus, in part to see if he's really recovering and to simply confer with him on their next moves. ))

We need to go somewhere he can't track you.

(( That damn godly aura probably makes Horus easy to find. But where can they possibly go to obfuscate that. ))

[patchworkgod]

You haven't had the chance to meet my other son, Anubis, but he's quite a talented painter and I commissioned a piece from him after our last conversation.

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I would call it a flattering but faithful portrait.

[theurgie]

(( A surprising text, but one that makes Emmanuel smile to himself. One that warms his heart. ))

So you've always had a kind face.

[patchworkgod]

Is that the resemblance? I've never seen one, but others have told me it exists.

[theurgie]

That's what I see. I can't speak for others.

Is it hard being in a different body?

it's Time

[patchworkgod]

[After spending the better part of a day trying to figure out how to tell the people he cares about that their brief and hard-won peace has ended, Osiris just sends Emmanuel two things:

A picture of the handwritten letter that was left for him at the hotel's front desk, written entirely in Hieratic Egyptian so that Osiris or Horus would have to be the one to read it, and a text explaining the upshot of its contents.]

Setekh has made a declaration of war.

[theurgie]

(( Emmanuel had hoped for more time to sew doubt about Set. More time for the monsters and inhuman things they summoned to this city to show off and prove that maybe, just maybe there were things more magnificent and miraculous than one freaky guy claiming to be a god. Well, hope is only ever just that. ))

We're on our way back to strategize.

[patchworkgod]

All our worst fears have been realized.
He believes us to be responsible for the bombing and "kidnapping" of the boy in hospital, which he has chosen to take as our instigation of hostilities.
We must face him and his gathered forces in one week at a location of his choosing or he will bring down the hotel with lightning strikes and attack us as we flee.

Tell me we can do this, Emmanuel.
I don't care if it's a lie.

gasp i lied

[shotmessenger]

[Call it vanity that Manadel doesn't appear to Father Emmanuel in person now that he's fallen. If he takes the form of a dream vision, he can still sport gleaming armor and spread his magnificent wings instead of staggering up to this priest as a broken, confused, mutilated shadow of his former self with the smell of hellbeasts still on his skin. Who would continue to take counsel from such an angel? And Manadel suspects that Emmanuel may be the only priest willing to hear and accept his news, given his rather unorthodox take on their faith, so presentation matters.

Emmanuel will awaken within his sleep to a susurration of feathers shifting as Manadel draws him into the vision. He stands in a corridor of golden light that leads down to a pinpoint of darkness at its end; that pinpoint seems to grow larger in tiny increments as they speak despite the fact that they're not in motion, giving the impression of a sluggish but steadily encroaching void.]

My child, a heavy shadow of doubt burdens your heart and mind.