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Cold air filtered through the dimly lit halls of the Midnight Mission while Marc sat as his desk. Dressed in white, black, and gold, he tapped one hand on the arm of his chair. His lungs took in a shuddering breath. The vigilante felt his gloves sticking to his skin, as did the undershirt of his suit, compelling him to shift in his seat. His eyes wandered the room sluggishly with a hint of hesitation. He checked the clock, reading it as half-past one in the morning. The night had barely started... And yet, he had no work to do. Just his luck.
Marc let a small huff pass through his lips, closing his eyelids momentarily. In that split second, though, he saw something. A haunting image. It was the presence of a looming god, his skull and mummified skin boring into his very soul. He towered over him, suffocating his soul, forcing him to quickly open his eyes. He shivered.
"... Khonshu." The man murmured into the open space, resting a palm on his cheek. "I thought I told you to leave me alone." Marc added swiftly afterwards, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time he would listen.
But of course not. He was a deranged idiot for thinking that, even if for just a few moments. Khonshu was persistent, if nothing else, and he wouldn't stop until he got a 'yes' out of him.
My son. The booming voice of vengeance cracked into his skull. He grunted, his free hand swooping up to hold his left temple.
"Don't call me that." His voice came out as a low snarl while his entire body stiffened. "I'm on the clock, anyway. You should let me do my job for once."
You cannot evade me forever, the god of the moon continued.
"Shut up!-- Just-- go away." Marc hissed, his brow lowering and eyes shining dangerously in the pools of moonlight that flooded through the oversized windows.
Why would I do that? You belong to me, my fist.
"No I--" His jaw snapped shut when the door opened, allowing the bell fixed to the knob to ring out for everyone to hear. The vigilante quickly straightened his posture and rested his hands in his lap. "... Welcome to the Midnight Mission. How can I help?" He forced a neutral expression onto his face and waited, taking deep breaths while silence stretched between them.
