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[color=lightslategray][center][h1]Khonsu

[sub]Enter the Villain[/sub][/h1][/center][/color]

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In a small unassuming warehouse there was a gathering, individuals in need of divine guidance. Those who had followed a false god, who then fell at the feet of would be heroes. The hopelessness they held in their hearts could be moulded, their desire for purpose could be put in a new direction. After all, if he was to be playing the long game. This was the way to do so, from the bottom up. After all, he required people beneath him to do all the mundane tasks that were beneath him. More importantly it kept himself secret, for he had heard what the heroes in this city had done. Driven back demons and a being of untold power, all the victims of misinformation. Though these heroes did not, would not, know about him... or at least not his true self or true motives. They sought to help, to teach, to learn. He'd twist that to his own advantage till he had had his fill of them. He closed his eyes, feeling the re-assuring presence of the Moon and the presence of the entity lingering in orbit.

It was [i]upsetting[/i]. An invader, it threatened everything. Thought not if this current crisis didn't ruin his plans. He stretched out his arms, letting the shadow welcome and envelope him. Next thing he was walking out of the corner in the warehouse. Chairs were nudged out of their makeshift temple as people noticed him, them backing away warily. "Who the hell are you?"

[color=lightslategray]"I am Khonsu. Your Lord."[/color]

"Yeah right, you're just another guy trying to take advantage of us!"

He rolled his eyes below his mask, such a silly construct this costume. However his family, the family of his old self couldn't become involved. They would simply complicate matters. He already had a loose end that he had to deal with sooner or later. He stretched out his right arm, cupping it as if he was holding something. The man was lifted ever so slightly before being pulled towards his outstretched hand. The mans toes dragged across the ground until Khonsu was holding him by the throat, though he didn't tighten his grip. Suddenly the man would feel himself becoming weightless and Khonsu grabbed the front of the mans T-Shirt, he was now the only thing holding him down on this Earth.

[color=lightslategray]"If you believe so, I can let you go. See how high you go before I grow bored, perhaps your false Gods will save you from the vacuum of space? Or the fall."[/color] He pulled the man closer, face to face. [color=lightslategray]"If that would suit you better."[/color]

"N...N...No...." Khonsu nodded, as gravity returned for the man slamming him into the ground.

[color=lightslategray]"The rest of you, kneel."[/color] Some went down onto one knee, others did not. Suddenly some of the shabby chair legs began to buckle as the gravity in the room began pulling everything to the ground with renewed vigor. He began increasing it slowly until everyone took to a knee. That was much better, he had their attention. Leaders in this world so often felt they needed the respect of people, they just needed the people to fear them. To show them their power. Not that any normal leader had power, but he was no ordinary man. [color=lightslategray]"That is better."[/color]

He walked up to the altar, releasing his hold on the room. All the false symbols floated off the altar and crumpled together in a ball before falling to the floor. [color=lightslategray]"I want you all to put out the word. A new player is in town, all those willing to serve will be rewarded. All those who stand in my way will be punished. I offer not idle threats, but promises."[/color] He turned.[color=lightslategray]"Most of all, find me the person or persons responsible for this current crisis."[/color] The shadows in the room began to draw themselves in, till they encompassed his body and he was gone. Seeing all there was to see those in the room began to file out, some would be back. Some wouldn't.

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Khonsu walked the streets in [i]civilian[/i] attire. He hated this clothing, costumes were so tedious but at least then people didn't see his face in such rags. These clothes... a hoody and some jeans they were just, terrible, to put it plainly. Though it wouldn't do for the so called heroes to see him in the costume, no. He would have to design a new one for when working with them. On occasion it had been proven that several of them teamed up... he wasn't sure if there was an official team or system yet. Though sooner or later they would learn the lesson of these repeated attacks and one would form. Perhaps he would even instigate it himself to gather them all in one place.

He just had to find a way to draw them out. Though he had business to attend to first.