"You can..." came the low, subtle voice.
Mike looked around, wondering who'd just spoken. It was almost as if someone was replying to Mike's unspoken wish.
"You can't see me," the voice continued. It sounded amused, but a little exasperated too. And perhaps on edge, just a bit?
"Who--, who are you?" Mike asked. Around him, there were giggles, as classmates saw the weird little nerd talking to his imaginary friend.
Daira needed to get the situation under control. "I am the great god Daira, lord of power and conquest. And I have chosen you, Michael."
This time, Mike thought his words, rather than speaking them aloud. "Daira? I've never heard of you before. And I've read a lot of mythology..." Mike looked around suspiciously, wondering if this was yet another prank at his expense.
The roar in his mind set things straight. "I am the god Daira! I have come to offer you the power that you crave! But if you prefer, I will find another!" The fading god was truly enraged, but bluffing as well. He'd already used so much energy to contact Mike, there wasn't enough left to find another candidate. Luckily, Mike was suitably cowed and impressed.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked, his lips moving wordlessly, as he thought the question at the voice... Daira, he supposed it was.
The dying god appreciated the shift in Mike's attitude, but time was short.
"Become mine, Michael," Daira intoned into Mike's mind. "Become my servant, my follower, my champion. And you will be rewarded. I will give you power. The power to take what you want from Brett and his kind. The power to take their strength, their size, their virility, and claim it as your own! Michael, will you conquer them in my name?"
Mike's heart skipped a beat. But he hesitated no longer than that. "Yes!" he replied, forgetting to stay silent, fellow students looking at him due to his outburst. Mike hardly noticed their stares, or the snide comments that followed. Mike was too overwhelmed, as the tingle returned, like before but much, much stronger. His books tumbled to the ground as he went stiff, oblivious to the gasps, giggles, and nasty comments around him. Daira's entry was exciting and intoxicating all at once, as the ancient deity entered his willing host.
"My power is now in you," came Daira's voice, much fainter than before, the last bits of the old, dark god much weakened by the effort of joining with Mike. "Touch a man, focus on his attributes, and call upon me. What is his will be yours, for the taking! The conquering! Do it in my name, and when you are strong enough, proclaim that it was Daira who gave you this power!"
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