For strengthbeyond

[antichrist_ceo]

It was late at night in Seattle. A young man in a black business suit, who was barely just 21 years of age, a person who didn't look dangerous or a threat to anyone. Or even powerful. Ohh, but appearances can be quite deceiving. None would guess that such a charming, seemingly innocent man as this had the power to literally tear the world in two. That he had the potential to one day rule it all. Or destroy it all. Ahh, one day. This trip to Seattle, though, was different. It wasn't to start a business. Well, it could be. At some point. But something else had his attention. He had earlier found a few amateur student videos sent to Youtube, mostly showing differing points of view of the same event- a high school talent show.

Most of it was mediocre, but the performance of Andrew Detmer had caught his eye. Some of the tricks might be explainable, but some... well. Damien suspected magic or superior science at work. He decided to meet him. But tonight, as the helicopter flew him into the city limits, he received a call telling him it may be tool late. Followed by some footage that was sent to him phone. Utter chaos. Andrew floating in mid air. Fighting with another. Flying debris at each other. The area seemingly turned into a war zone from the use of powers. And the end of the battle, with a long pole slamming down into Andrew, killing him. "Huh, that seems familiar," Damien mused, remembering a priest who once died in a similar fashion.

"Sorry, sir, it's too late," his contact had said on his phone. Damien nearly snarled, clearly unhappy. And then smiled. "I think you forgot who I am," Damien responded, reminding him who and what he was, and what it meant. "It's never too late." And so he had made it a day later than he wanted, but he wasn't as worried as most people would be. To someone liked Damien, death was just a minor obstacle. He knew ways around it. He quickly found the morgue and walked in like he owned it. "Oh, right on time," he said, seeing a man about to do the autopsy on the young man, still in hospital gown. "You can leave. Now. Forget I was here." Damien stared into his eyes, and the mortician dropped his scalpel, eyes blank. Then he nodded, walking out of the room.

Damien sighed, alone at last. "Andrew, we meet at last. A shame it isn't under better circumstances." He came to the table, which the currently deceased Andrew was laid upon, in hospice wear. Arms bandaged from burns, but one more bloody then the other. A scar on his head, missing hair due to the operation. And a hole near his upper front shoulder, with a similar one on his backside - the killing stroke. "Terrible," Damien said, looking him over. He had a fleeting thought briefly that Andrew looked cute too. If only there wasn't so much injury to ruin it. "I can fix you," he said to the body, touching his head, fingers moving in his hair. The stitch was gone and scar instantly sealed. And hair had grown back, making him seem normal on that part at least. His hands then slowly moved to unwrap the arm bandages, slowly running his fingers over the forearms, and within moments? The burns were gone. No blood. The arms were clean, healed perfectly.

He then slid his hand slightly under the gown on his chest, moving to the wound on his upper body. Cells then were suddenly rebuilding, tissue reforming, vessels connecting. On both sides of the wound, and between, til it was filled. Until it was no wound at all and nothing left but unblemished skin. The stiffness of death, the blue lips and rigor mortis condition even seemed to be gone as well, the dead body now only having the appearance of a man in sleep. "There now, looking much better," he said with a grin as he rested his hand on the male's forehead. "Okay. Looks like you're ready now. Come back, Andrew. I am the resurrection and the life, and so I command life to return. Arise. Live. Live. I command the body to live, the soul to return. Now." Focusing his supernatural power, as he willed him to come back to life, and then waited.