What's a God to a non-believer?

[houmaprotector]

There are some parts of the woods, especially lately, that have been overgrown and - to be frank - dangerous. When certain people have gone deep into the woods, to some of the more serious hiking paths, they've found them overgrown with crazy plants and vines. The entire place has repelled people and Alec hasn't been seen.

He's been thinking. Thinking about Metropolis, thinking about how he almost killed people. Thinking about how he probably did. Then thinking about that mugger and that...that hero doing their job.

He was a monster. He is a monster and the green of his world is far more encouraging in those pursuits. The Avatar needs no one.

It's the Nexus's green, it's web of life, that's intervened, bringing him out of his impassible woods and trails, pulling him towards civilization. Inch by inch. Mile by mile. It'd be hard to see him however, he's keeping to the shadows. Hiding in the woods nearest to those concerned before an unnatural, inhuman voice speaks.

"What keeps you human when you don't have to be?"

Superman gave him an answer, but it's far easier for him. He can be normal.

He has control.

Trying to get at him is pretty impossible, currently. There's a massive tangle of vines and creepers and trees. He could be anywhere. Be any one of them. Tread cautiously.

He is a monster after all.

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[houmaprotector]

He is a good man. A good man. He can't kill him. He can't - It's not something that he can do...can he? Can he even battle him here?

How can our avatar be so afraid? Too afraid to even do their duty in front of such a creature? A true creature of darkness?

"...Higher purpose." Yes.

His vision goes green, bright natural green and the Nexus's flora and fauna releases it's grip and Alec...

Thick brown green roots pop out of the ground, covering themselves with slowly growing spikes. He dissolves his body, fading away in a late summer breeze. The vines wriggle, twisting and inching slowly, slowly towards the rot black eye before a second vine bursts out of the ground and a third, these far bigger then any other vine.

Three more vines pulled their way up the two largest trunks, shifting and tracing their way to the top of the grass. The roots tangle and shift to form - a face. Alec's face, hanging from the trees like some sort of demented spider.

The vines lash, "Shaped by higher purpose to beat creatures like yourself. Flee now Being of the rot."

[grantuseyes]

Micolash watches agog as the vines and flora reshape and shift, marveling at the display. Again, a sensible person would step away from the mysterious plantlife and its actions, but the Mensis scholar instead takes a step closer. Done not in defiance or intimidation, but drawing nearer to something he openly marvels at.

“Majestic,” he whispers, pale eyes wide. “Marvelous!” he says, now at a more conversational tone, his face gone slack in amazement now breaking into a wide smile. He laughs, giddy, clapping like an excited child. Whatever Alec had said in warning apparently was not heeded or absorbed in the least; Micolash is too caught up in wonder at such a verdant display of powers unknowable. “I’ve never seen anything like it, and I have seen so much! Speak unto me, kin or Great One! How have you become as such? Who has made you this way? I must know!”