[i][center]"Only the gods can dwell forever with [color=a2d39c]Shamash[/color]. As for human beings, their days are numbered, and whatever they keep trying to achieve is but wind!"

"Mountain, bring me a dream, a favorable message from [color=a2d39c]Shamash[/color]." 

"Before the Preeminent God Enlil hears, and the ... gods are full of rage at us. Enlil is in Nippur, [color=a2d39c]Shamash[/color] is in Sippar."[/center][/i]

[color=a2d39c][b][center][h3]Shamash[/h3][/center][/b][/color]

A being with the build of a child looks out over the World, eyes and soul shaped into tools to view Truth. Countless points, countless stars of shifting black and white fill a vacuum. The boy waves a hand, cutting through the naught.

[color=a2d39c]"Convict."[/color]

Ambiguity is collapsed. The stars thrum harshly as they settle into a single defined state. Countless existences, countless individuals and lives, regimes and laws, ruled as black or white in the span of an instant. Declaration. Sentence. The world starts. The world ends.

The boy smiles lightly, appearing like rain only to ice over, appearing like a clearing sky only to spark a thunderstorm. His compartmentalization has taken an unhealthy turn. It isolates any 'unclean' feeling that may arise when dealing with others. Each mental box he creates holds a judgment.

A gap between stimulus and response to ensure peace. However, he ignores it completely if he believes nothing can ever come of acknowledging it. He stops it from affecting everything. Everything that happens in and outside of him.

This system has stored- or numbed- anything that wasn't part of the regime. It is a war created in his own head, which spread like arcing flame into the rest of that world. There is one goal: Convict anything guilty. The strength to cover a wound that does not exist. Every being is placed into a category without prejudice or arrogance. Evil. Good. These are two slots each existence falls into as a whole, and this ruling cannot be changed. 

Catharsis to collapse. Kenosis to expansion.

And that...that is precisely why. 

Out of those countless stars that had collapsed into black, collapsed into guilt, he chooses a single one. Space bends. It is not mere teleportation, but a right to connect two points in continuum for the purpose of transit. Not moving from A to B, but moving [i]through[/i] A to B.

As such, it it only reasonable that he appears there. At the temple of Sekhmet, where two already are. 

[color=a2d39c]"Hard work is only of value if it isn't done with haste. If you act so hastily, it invalidates your efforts."[/color]

Lecturing the owner of the temple even as he appears, the God let out a soft sigh. 

Most of these Egyptians really had gotten too emotional lately. It made convicting that much harder.

[@Hamstrong] [@Severe Triage]