Seven Fifteen

**Users Involved:** User:Starving Skeleton, User:TheGoldenBuddha
**Date Started:** January 27th, 2022
**Date Concluded:** Ongoing
**Status:** Open
**Setting:** Minute Maid Park, Texas
**Characters Involved**: Mattiyahu, Bonez, Zatayy

Televangelist. Some would claim them the worlds greatest charlatans. Those who promote their recondition of the scripture on television to lead the masses in their own word. People paid thousands, millions sometimes, for the opportunity to sit in the crowd and get a glance of god’s chosen. Ever since the awakening of quirks and the worldwide fear sowed by All For One, humans turned to different ways to deal with this new supernatural world. The most brave stood on the frontlines and took the name Hero to represent a guiding light into a future filled with unknown.

But others spat in the face of progression. They deemed this a trick created by Lucifer himself to bring seeds of chaos. Humans capable of conjuring and commanding fire.  Manipulating the wind or reading deep into surrounding minds. Ungodly powers reminiscent to witchcraft.

"And today we gather you, those born of Gods light and protected from Satans grasp, to mourn the loss of all who suffered at that horrible demon’s grasp. And for the others who perished when our cowardly government leaned upon the sinful we call *heroes* to save the day. Pray to me so that I can send them forth to our beloved father.” Mattityahu roared with raises arms from which gigantic cloths blew from surrounding gust. His signature robes were. A distinct set of clothing  easily confused with those belonging to Pope. Besides a hat decorated with a bright sun above a an even brighter cross. Men and women looked down. Their eyes closed. Hands interlocked in united prayer. Mattityahu took a deep, orgasmic breath as he raised his hands to the night sky above. Rare was it for the Society of Light to hold such a late sermon. But dire circumstances called for dire measures. They needed to send their prayers to all lost in that horrific attack in New York City.

"What’s even worst," Mattityahu continued by slamming his hands down. "They send a filthy mutant to save the day. Further insulting the fine badge wearing women and men who put their lives on the lines everyday even WITHOUT demonic powers."

Hungry eyes stared across the packed arena. Dallas Texas was famed for its meat. Endless buffets, enough to fill even the Gluttonous King’s stomach. His mouth watered. But there's a sign. That’s the order. Wait for the sign. A sign unlike none other. He called it a signal that ones prayer finishes before his meal. To save him? But he didn’t need saving. He needed to eat. How horrible to make a hungry man wait before his steaming plate? He gripped the arena’s highest bar so tight it left his fingerprints clearly defined into its silver. His eyes sharpened as he saw a chubby kid gently tug at his mother’s arm.

"Are you hungry?" He asked himself. “If you're hungry we’ll be able to eat shortly." The shaded figure held onto his cloaks hood tightly to avoid the wind from blowing it off. “We just need to wait till he finishes the prayer and blesses the food. Then we can eat for as long as we want!!!”

"Once upon a time it was regular folks like ourselves who were in charge of protecting one another." Mattityahu continued. "We underwent years of training. Mastered weapons of MAN created with god’s wisdom to deal with the most evil among us."

"Now we are forced to sit to the side and watch as they soak in falsity. They act as celebrities. Doing good for their bank’s sake and not for goodness sake. They would rather reach top 10 in the billboards by saving a politician from a blown tire than save that little orphan beneath the bridge from starvation."

The arena mumbled. Gossiped in agreement before silencing once more.

"And the biggest culprit…" Mattityahu smiled as a giant banner fell from the massive stand behind him. On it was a man familiar to all before him. A being whose name had been spoken at least once in each and every household there today.

**Aperion**

A chaotic orchestra erupted from the crowd. Boos. Curses. Names along the lines of false prophet, devil-spawn and much worst flew beyond Mattityahu. He raised his hand.

Silence.

"Now children…I understand how you must feel. But I also want you to remember our father’s words. To not hate our enemy as it is his job to protect us. We must love them. And pray that they reach his guiding light."

"But how can someone born cursed by the devil reach god’s light?" A woman called from the front row.

"A good question. And one whose answer is only know to our father as it is not our right to know." Mattityahu answered. "All we can do is bow our head and pray. Come now. Let us pray."

"Dear Father we asked that you protect those cursed by our greatest enemy. Whose hearts are being lead astray by the greatest falsity. We ask that you forgive their naivety and have mercy as they had no control over their birth. We understand that through your magnificent workings we are empowered and protected. Through surviving we thrive in a world meant to devour us. Surrounded by beings wielding unholy power we are reminded that there is none like yours. And it is through this reminding that we understand this curse called Quirk."

"And tonight we ask that you forgive the biggest perpetrator. We beg you to save his soul and bring him forth to the light. In your name we pray, amen."

**Amen.**

A woman screamed. Blood splattered on tens of people. Some covered in guts others in flesh. From the singular pike grew tens upon tens of branches. Creating a skewer from which bodies hung.

"MOMMY!" A child screamed. Her arms severed shortly after. She fell to the ground. Trampled by bumbling adults trying to escape the encroaching forest of white.

"That was a beautiful prayer, pastor." His voice echoed from the largest branch. From which bodies hung lifeless like ornaments on a deranged Christmas. He raised his hands and pulled down his ragged hood. A skeleton stared down at the trembling masses. Deep eyes filled with nothing but darkness.

**The Villain Bonez.**

"But you got one thing wrong." Bonez said w it h a slight chuckle. Surely he would smile if his face had any flesh. The skeleton hopes his makeshift throne and landed before the stage. He pulled an arm from a corpse as he approached Mattityahu. Meanwhile those trying to flee would find themselves in their grim reality. Every exit calcified with boney layers harder than a bank’s fault. Bonez pulled the flesh from the bone and bit into it. Crunching deep into the marrow. He devoured half and gave the other half to the fat kid he’d saw earlier. The kid denied it frantically. Frozen in fear as he sat on his bum.

"It is not our job to save you from starvation. If you’re hungry you have to go out and eat!" Bonez stabbed the remaining spear into the boys stomach.

"My children," Mattityahu said while ignoring the skeleton with a stern face. "this is a test." His voice boomed through the stadium as he spoke into the microphone. "We mustn’t run from this. We must trust in his will. We, on television, are to stand strong even if it means death to show the rest of the world our conviction. To give courage to those born in God’s light. Just as our ancestors prayed when the Romans sucked lions on us, we shall pray in the dave of this beast!"

And that they did. They stood near their fallen loved ones and bowed their heads in prayer. No longer feeling fear. Mattityahu breathed in deeply.

Bonez raised his hands and fired a white spear to finish off the boy.

Seemingly accompanied alongside of Bonez, another villain by the name of Zatayy appears breaking into the chapel. “Huh? Bonez? Bruh you already here?” He says laughing as if they already had an established connection. He then starts activating his quirk as a green ball of energy forms from his hand, taking the appearance of a sun. “I bet you probably still can’t catch as much bodies as I can.” Zatayy says as he wears a smile of grimace on his face. “**Gamma Blast.**”