![]() You and the little Messiah, Niko, would not fail. Sometimes you’d indulge to bask in their glow, and other times you would shyly decline their worship and provided them the breathless promise of salvation. Niko and the denizens of this world were blissfully unaware of such a carefully-crafted facade, buying into the plastic smiles and bewitching laughter as you shrugged away their concerns and drank in their awes and prayers at witnessing a living God. You knew this- the Spirit of the world knew this. Inwardly, you withered and curled like the blackened tips of a sunflower’s petals. You laughed cheerlessly, gently rubbing their hand with your thumb from beneath the fabric of their oversized sleeves. How dare it insinuate that you were frivolous as to shirk your duty in such a manner. How dare this… this THING talk to you like this. You silently grit your teeth, taking specific care not to clench your fists lest you’d risk hurting Niko’s little hand. They frowned, little fangs glinting from the soft glow of the light bulb. “You got really quiet,” they said, seemingly transfixed onto you. Their watchfulness had suddenly become unbearable to you, the vertigo making you sway. Niko nodded slowly, delicately cradling the sun with their free arm. “I’m sorry, I must have spaced out there for a second. “Hm?” you blinked, smiling kindly down at the young messiah and gazing into their large, inquisitive eyes. Nothing escaped those eyes of theirs, honey-gold and more luminous than the sun itself. Niko was but a child, yes- but they were alarmingly keen for their age. Snapping out of such a hazy daze proved to be a laborious task, but you needed to regain your senses quickly before they caught on that something was wrong. They tugged lightly, calling your name in that lilting voice sweeter than maple syrup. Niko could detect your anxiety almost immediately, small hands tightening around yours comfortingly. Whether it be from the uneasy tremble of the elevator or the inevitability of the truth sinking its claws inch-deep into your consciousness, you knew not. You hoped it to be so with the entirety of your being, and yet nothing could quell the violent nausea that overtook your senses as you dwelled drearily upon The Entity’s words. While cheerfulness was paramount in such situations, you found such a thing was near-impossible to manage, now. Luck couldn’t play a single part in this entire act, however- though you weren’t quite aware of this. Nobody had ever succeeded at anything major on the first attempt- not unless luck happened to be on your side. Then again, perhaps that there was your biggest mistake. You thought you had done everything right.
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