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I am Mercy.

I am the storm that must purge the city.

I am the fire that burns away the cancer and parasites that have grown unchecked.

I am the World’s chosen. 

But then why do I cause such pain?

 I gaze down through the hail of rain and the swirling waterspouts that my will has shaped from the World. The city groans beneath the storm as rain pummels it and the wind picks up cars and throws them about like toys. I stretch out my hands and the water spouts move in unison to obliterate a series of gang infested slums where the cancer festers and the parasites feed.

I am still cloaked in light and none can see me but I see the men and women below me as they die. The cancer cannot be spared, the parasites must be purged. I cannot leave a single node of cancer untouched no matter the cost. It is mercy that they die in the purge and that they do not suffer a long death from the cancer that infests the World.

The storm ravages the city for another few moments before I decide the time is right. I glance down again and see a man in a metal suit rip the roof off a car to save a child. He may be a servant of the cancer and the parasites but the act touches me. One of the water spouts rushes towards him and I decide the time is now. 

I remember the prayers and cheers that I heard when I healed Little Ulster and I decide that if it helps I will feed the desire of the people who deserve to live on the healed World. I call to the World and tell it to change as a torrent of red light descends from the sky to engulf me and then I drop the veil. To the World it is as if I appeared from the light. 

“Enough!” I cry out as I thrust my arms out from my body and the storm recoils. I see water spouts shatter instantly and the storm clouds begin to fade away. I descend to the man with the metal suit and I gently move him aside with a wrapping of solidified air. The little girl he saved begins to cry, begging for her mother and I look upon her mother’s battered body. 

There is still a tiny thread of life in her and I tell the World to change and extend my hand towards her. “Live.” I say simply as I force the body to heal and the mortal wounds heal over in an instant.

I turn back to the man as a crimson angel and say two simple words. “You called?”