trans_9 | Restoration (open, but esp. Daimon)

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Restoration (open, but esp. Daimon)

He had fed and cared for the animals. He had spent some time on the machine -- there were still pieces missing; he would have to talk to engineering.

Now the Chancellor was back in the basilica and surrounding 'Vatican' areas, cleaning and repairing. At the moment, he was fixing the wall near the statue of St. Michael. He had his bed ready in one of the peripheral buildings near the basilica, but he was not tired yet. He could get a great deal done today.

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Daimon had come to the Vatican to pray- as always. But he had also come for another reason. His diminished soulfire power was to be expected. But the pains in his chest, the sudden attacks of weakness- that was not. Was it possible that he was tied more closely to his darksoul than even he had realized?

Heavy thoughts for a heavy heart. And if Daimon was hoping for solace he would not get it, nor even a distraction.

"What are you doing here?!" He demanded the moment he laid eyes on the Chancellor. "Get away from there!"

The Chancellor looked over -- and down -- to the human who had just come in. "I am repairing the wall. I would rather not leave such signs of devastation in a church." He felt it he owed it to the Archbishop if his friend ever woke up.
The Chancellor does not move. None of the humans empowered to tell him what to do are present. "It will not take much longer."

"You should not be in this area!" He had to bite his tongue. He was being too obvious. If he was to succeed in keeping the location of his darksoul a secret he would have to be more discreet than this. "I was all ready repairing that wall."

"Not in the past few weeks," the Chancellor observed. "I have been living in a peripheral building for a month and never seen you. As i doubt it matters who repairs the wall as long as it is repaired, I assume you have some other objection?" The Chancellor finally puts down the materials and turns, but does not leave where he is standing.

Daimon couldn't help but bristle at those words. "That is because I have been held hostage by GLaDOS. I normally spend my every waking hour here. I assure you, there are much safer places to be in this building."

For a huge nine-foot lizard monster, the Chancellor is very graceful. Which is fortunate since, were he the lumbering type, he would probably knock the statue over as he passes it so closely.

"What is so unsafe?" he asks as he walks over to Daimon.

"This place!" Daimon yelled and then he pointed to Michael the Achangel. "That statue! You should keep your distance!"

The Chancellor looks, then eyes Daimon. "It is a statue. And the figure depicted is one I have shared a church with many, many times before, as our churches were built by soldiers. The danger eludes me."

"The danger is what is sealed inside the statue, not the statue itself!"

Daimon Hellstrom, you fail at secrecy.

"What in the name of God and his Mother would anyone seal into a statue?" Did these people put bombs in a church?

"My darksoul!" Daimon practically spat. "We had it cornered in the Vatican, and only a holy object could contain it- particularly if that holy object is a statue of Saint Michael the Archangel!"

There was silence, and the Chancellor leaned and peered at him.

"Souls do not work that way!" the big green alien stated.

Daimon did not so much as blink as he stared back at the Chancellor. "You would presume to tell me how souls work? And what experience do you have with souls? Tell me!"

"I have been practicing this religion for four hundred years, and I have never heard of a soul being transferred into an inanimate object. Or an implication that one man had more than one soul." A pause. "This may be one of the situation in which the difficulty to adjust to new ideas is in play, I will admit. I am not a clergyman."

"Normally a man would not have more than one soul. But I am no normal man." Daimon thrust three fingers into the air and his form was engulfed in soulfire. "I am the Son of Satan."

Perhaps it was a show of how little the Mother Church of the Avalon Empire relied on fire and brimstone as opposed to love and protection, but the first thing the Chancellor ever thought of when he heard 'Satan' was His Majesty's horse. So the shock and horror of the soulfire is mitigated by sheer bemusement. Then he remembers, as he steps back slightly.

"I see..." Pause. Blink. "And you are attempting to mitigate various instincts by remaining in a house of God and.... putting one of your souls in a statue?" He suppose it made a bizarre sort of sense, for something that didn't actually make sense at all. The church was so /sensible/ in the Avalon Empire.

Daimon leaned on his trident as he slowly spoke, the anger gone from his voice although the passion still remained. "I have devoted my life to God. My reasons are my own. As for my darksoul- it is made of pure evil. From the moment I turned 13 it held power over me although I fought against it. When it escaped my body and the chance came for me to seal it away- I took it. It is safer this way for everyone now that it has no hold over me."

The Chancellor listens, and tries to process this as best he can.

"I... see. I can understand your concern, then. There are no other areas here in need of repair with such.. unusual circumstances, are there?"

Daimon shook his head. "No, there are none. At least not to my knowledge, and I am intimately familiar with the Vatican."

"Then I shall keep my attention on those other sections."

"Thank you." He paused. "And thank you for your help. I truly do appreciate it. I fear my own efforts to repair the structure have been unsatisfactory. There is always more to do."

"You are welcome. There is simply too much ground for one man to cover. I am told regular Mass is not held, but perhaps eventually it will be possible."

"I... do not hold services often. I am not a priest and so it feels wrong to act as one." Daimon confessed.

"I understand the sentiment. I have heard it before. But if you have any appropriate training, then for the moment, you may be all we have. I do not intend to pressure, but I know well what the familiarity of the liturgy can do for people trapped on a ship like this."

Daimon admired the floor for a moment. "I will consider it."

"Thank you."

And now we fall victim to the fact that Dragons don't introduce themselves. The Chancellor's just going to walk over and start fixing something else.

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