towerofanimus | There is no repentance.

Characters: Enoch and anyone
Setting: All around the tower, Oct 24 until the end of the event (please note a day or range of days and floor in your subject line!)
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match you
Summary: After two encounters, Enoch's finally succumbed completely(or nearly so) to his transformation's urges, going after people who he knows have sinned. Or those who do so in front of him...
Warnings: There will be violence if confronted with a known "sinner", maybe death?

It took a couple of encounters and a little over a week of time. But Enoch isn't hiding anymore. He wanders the stairs with his Arch out and held in one hand, his stride confident and purposeful. He has a stern look fixed on his face, though his eyes may at times appear troubled.

He's searching for sinners. He hasn't yet realized there are no other means of getting candy than stealing, which is a good thing; that would make everyone in a costume guilty of the sins of theft and knowingly condemning another to die. As it is, there are people he knows who he will attack on sight: Those who he knows have signed away their souls. Those who would take them. He who has stolen. He who has killed God. He who allies with a demon. They who are demons. And those who torture, harm children, attempt to kill - he makes a detour to a terminal for those before continuing his patrol.

But he isn't without some piece of himself left, as his sometimes-troubled eyes might hint. Somewhere inside, he doesn't want to kill. So he does all he can. He shouts a warning, the only warning that makes any sense to his warped mind.

"All you who have sinned, your time for judgment has come!"

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Enoch felt someone's eyes on him, and he turned to look at the warrior, inclining his head curiously with a bit of a tilt to it, to ask what she wanted. He was aware that his message was unusual, but was not aware of anything beyond that, the costume's work dulling his usual perceptions.

"An odd message. Shall I assume you intend to seek them out now?"

She knew one person who would likely cause trouble, someone from her own world and she'd prefer to deal with him herself if it came down to it. Though, she hadn't heard anything of him in some time. Perhaps the administrators had seen fit to be rid of him but, alas, that was too much to hope for, really.

"If they show themselves, yes. I know they keep themselves locked away beneath us, but there is no way to reach them. There would be no other reason to leave this message otherwise."

"Ah. So it is a specific group of sinners that you seek. I fear your quest shall go unfulfilled. They're sure to know everything happening, all that is planned. I hope that you won't find yourself disappointed."

She was sincere in that hope, surprisingly. Of course, perhaps it wasn't surprising at all, for those that knew her. Lenneth tended to be quite sincere in hoping others didn't end up hurt or upset in any way.

Enoch shook his head solemnly. "I won't spare anyone else for the sake of seeking them out alone."

"Why do you seek to judge those imprisoned here? No man or woman is free of sin. It would be best to simply slay all those here rather than provide warning."

No being was without sin, no mortal being in any case. She'd seen the souls of men laid bare before her as she collected souls, judged them on whether they were fit to fight for the gods. She'd taken them all though. Even one man who could only find a single good deed he'd ever performed in life.

"I will be fair in this. Who am I to say whether one has sinned simply because it's likely?"

It would probably scare him later, how many things were left untouched. How many of his thoughts and actions were still his own... Certainly not the worst of it, but...

"I see your intent now. You intend to seek out those who sin within your sights."

Sensible, in a way, but she feared for those who would do so. This tower appeared to be altering the minds of those here. Not everyone but enough people to warrant concern. Part of Lenneth wanted to stop him before he set out on this quest of his but the other half reminded her that she didn't know enough yet.

"Yes, or who I know have."

Rather sensible, for one of those so altered, at least. Though, it would be hard to tell for someone who had never met him before, wouldn't it?

"And how do you intend to punish them when you find them?"

That was what worried her most, her biggest concern. Dare she interfere if it meant harm would come to others?

Enoch lifted his Arch a bit to gesture with it. "What other way is there? I won't stoop so low as torture, and words can be ineffective."

"Killing seems a bit extreme a way to punish sinners. When they come to a permanent death, they will still have to face their transgressions in life."

Perhaps Lenneth was just too forgiving, too compassionate a goddess. Perhaps Hrist would agree with Enoch's methods. Silmeria wouldn't.

"That is their judgment, or it would be. But Heaven doesn't exist here, so we must deal with what Earthly means we have. I know death is the only way..."

Worst of all, Enoch would be agreeing with Lenneth in his normal state.

"Why is it the only way?"

She was genuinely curious about his reasoning. Especially as she wasn't aware that he wasn't of his right mind. For a goddess who has wings herself, it's not strange to her.

"Everything else is ineffective. Many will not listen to words, and some sins are beyond them."

Such pessimism wasn't like him - so unlike him in fact, that for a moment immediately after he said it he seemed openly and noticeably troubled at his own words, a worried glance down as if asking himself, wait, is that right?

"I'll assume you made such attempts already. You seem so sure of it, after all."

Not that she agrees. She doesn't notice that he seemed disturbed by his own words. She can start putting two and two together by now.

"Would you normally go out of your way to punish sinners here?"

"No... Even if it feels as natural as anything else."

Right...that's right...he'd lost...

"I see. You must resist then, however you possibly can!"

It was outside of her power to do anything to help. Even in Midgard or Asgard, there was nothing she could do to break such a spell.

"I don't know how anymore. I tried, and...failed."

It was surreal. He didn't feel bad because he wanted to kill, he felt bad because he knew he should...

"I will help you. Try to, if you ask it."

If only she understood how others worlds, their gods and angels, worked then she might understand that. She doesn't though. Lenneth only knows her own.

"How? How do I try again...?" It seemed as if any conscious attempt to get himself thinking the way he should...well, it felt ineffective.

"Do not seek them out. Lock yourself away where you cannot find anything worth hurting someone over." Deep inside, Lenneth knows that it won't work. There was no harm in trying though.

"Those are the means that failed me..."

He expression falls, disappointment and sadness mixing to darken her features.

"I wish that there were some other suggestion I can make."

There is no repentance.

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