[@Master Crim] [@bluetommy2]

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[color=a2d39c][h2]Dr. Malacoda Zatanna[/h2][/color]

[h3]Uptown Central - In front of the Gotham Law Library. Gotham[/h3]

[color=a2d39c][b]"While I would love to go through all of it, I really must insist that you stop underestimating me. I have been sharing my mind with hundreds of beings accumulating memories spanning thousands of years... if you think your mind would quell mine... well don't. As to your righteous indignation. I fear I might have offended you when I expressed mine, and the current general disinterest towards your convictions. More prevalent and more... universally palatable gods have come and gone since you first left and returned. Religion is a private thing... for the most part. Why don't we calm down, and I will help you start a church through which you can proselytize all you want. BUT - LET ME BE CLEAR. WE DO NOT DO CRUSADES! You do not use your offence to validate your rage!"[/b][/color] His voice rose near the end, growing more and more prevalent. [color=a2d39c][b]"You think I would just kill you - a being clearly resilient when it comes to death?! I promise you, there are realms and fates far worse than any death you can imagine... And I just happen to carry the keys to a few of them!"[/b][/color] 

Inside of the library, Malacoda's body sighed loudly, where it was sitting against a wall. His dog was sat next to him, keeping a watch out. The sweat was forming on the sorcerer's brow. Shit... even with the telepathic advantage he got from the spiked tea from earlier... he could feel his power taking it's toll. He could not hold him much longer. He was either ending this guy, or letting him go - and realistically there was only one outcome he could allow. Shit.