[For the week that Mukuro was away, he did his share of good deeds, buoyed by the sight of Chikusa Kakimoto as he had came and also the sound of his name on his lips.
Or, he wished that had been enough to sustain him. Doing good deeds, even when mixed in with nefarious ones, were taking their toll on him. Going against his nature was more along the lines of reverting to who he had been before, a blind sycophant who had craved god's attentions wholly for his own. His cute little Chrome had told him over and over again that he was far too possessive for his own good, that he shouldn't pass judgement on those she had created, but instead learn to love them and guide them. To that, Mukuro had only countered that Chrome had made him specifically to be the way he was, no more no less, and that the humans she had created she had judged just as harshly if not more so. After all, Mukuro had, on her orders, wiped out entire cities for solely for blasphemy.
But he supposed, Chrome had the same failings that her precious mortals had. She couldn't embrace what she truly wanted, and wavered. She had saw Mukuro as a source of temptation and not of truth, and in the end had cast him out.
It had been eons since he had thought of those times, but doing good deeds made his wings itch as if they were covered in feathers, could almost hear the hymns of heaven, and if he closed his eyes, could see the pearly gates themselves. If he were weaker, he might have been moved by such things but no longer. He waited until those visions passed before even thinking of visiting Chikusa Kakimoto. Perhaps going against his nature, even to ensnare an intriguing priest, had been a poor idea.
Once he trusted himself to be unchanged, he once against visited the priest in his sleep, bustling around in the kitchen since he had been derailed the last time when he had been making tea.]
Perhaps you should try other flavors, or would you stick to lemon, priest?
[It was asked offhandedly, Mukuro setting the kettle on the stove.]
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Or, he wished that had been enough to sustain him. Doing good deeds, even when mixed in with nefarious ones, were taking their toll on him. Going against his nature was more along the lines of reverting to who he had been before, a blind sycophant who had craved god's attentions wholly for his own. His cute little Chrome had told him over and over again that he was far too possessive for his own good, that he shouldn't pass judgement on those she had created, but instead learn to love them and guide them. To that, Mukuro had only countered that Chrome had made him specifically to be the way he was, no more no less, and that the humans she had created she had judged just as harshly if not more so. After all, Mukuro had, on her orders, wiped out entire cities for solely for blasphemy.
But he supposed, Chrome had the same failings that her precious mortals had. She couldn't embrace what she truly wanted, and wavered. She had saw Mukuro as a source of temptation and not of truth, and in the end had cast him out.
It had been eons since he had thought of those times, but doing good deeds made his wings itch as if they were covered in feathers, could almost hear the hymns of heaven, and if he closed his eyes, could see the pearly gates themselves. If he were weaker, he might have been moved by such things but no longer. He waited until those visions passed before even thinking of visiting Chikusa Kakimoto. Perhaps going against his nature, even to ensnare an intriguing priest, had been a poor idea.
Once he trusted himself to be unchanged, he once against visited the priest in his sleep, bustling around in the kitchen since he had been derailed the last time when he had been making tea.]
Perhaps you should try other flavors, or would you stick to lemon, priest?
[It was asked offhandedly, Mukuro setting the kettle on the stove.]