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Science and magic were kin to each other, but distant where it counted. The balance was a careful one between the chemical reactions and formulas of men and the ancient powers of the gods, entrusted to the likes of him...eternal powers that had lived and moved long before the animal called Man was a glimmer in the eye of the Creator. For many lifetimes, Merlin used both to full advantage, rarely blending the two as one, for science was new and magic was volatile.

The world was losing its need for kings, but warriors were needed, soldiers for the light. And that was what his kind were for, the ancient ones, the Kingmakers and mages: they lived to fill a need.

He began with the idea of one body from many parts, but soon resolved to take a single body and make it incorruptible. The pauper's grave was old, perhaps a hundred years or so, the vermin having long since made a meal of the rancid flesh to leave behind a skeleton charred by fire. It was a small thing, a child's task, to return flesh to bone, but he labored for years in an effort to wipe the final scars away, without success. He could restore the body, but the horrors of its end would never come away.

When flesh and sinew were restored, Merle was pleased to find his specimen was handsome, a man blessed with distinguished features and Roman coloring. Still a corpse on a slab, Merle named him Gabriel, for like God's own herald, his birth would announce to the world that a new age was dawning.

Through the ancient will of Osiris and the chemistry of compounds injected into his blood, he would never die because of age, remain eternally young and healthy. Through the invocation of the Catholic God and the power of the saints, divinity would mend broken flesh, and careful application of the power from the skies, lightning and electricity, honed muscle tissue and endurance to a fine edge to bless living tissue with strength untold, and stamina only seen in a dozen strong, healthy men.

All that was left was to recall life itself to the dead.

The platform containing Gabriel's body sat outside in a protective circle cast at the peak of the full moon. A thunderstorm was predicted, and as it raged Merle struggled with the last of his work, a lightning rod clamped to the edge of the wood, with wires coiled at the wrists, throat, and across the broad chest to ensure the most vital pulse points and chakras would be infused with the full charge needed to restore life to the flesh.

Once done, he swept away the rainwater dripping into his face and gazed down at his creation, trussed in wire and sterile linen, waiting to be reborn. Laying a hand on its shoulder, he felt for a moment as a father might when a child is to be born.

"Creator protect us both, my son!" he called over the storm. "And may he guide you safely back to us!"

Merle hurried back into the house, door left open as he stood in the doorway, dripping on his own floor, and waited.

An hour later, the thunder and lightning began to draw closer. An hour after that, it was all but on top of them.

One hour after that, a bolt of lightning finally gave its life-giving power to the corpse outside.

Date: 2012-06-08 07:39 pm (UTC)
veritasjusticia: Made by me (Peace)
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Pain. There was nothing but pain. No sound left him, his body tensing and jerking against its will. It wasn't very long before more movement was allowed, although there was a brief moment where his body went one direction and something held the rest of him towards the bed. Another jerk allowed the rest of his body to fall, leaving him prone on the flat surface beneath him. His entire body shook, limbs twisting about as if they didn't know what to do with themselves.

His head came up and the hazel eyes took in the world around him, not understanding anything they saw. His legs flopped about, his arms struggling to lift himself upward. He turned partly to the side and cried out as his eyes looked upward and couldn't see anything anymore, finding safety looking down once more.

He began to lift himself upward once again, his muscles straining as his torso rose from the floor. The hazel eyes blinked blearily, catching sight of something drawing closer.


Date: 2012-06-11 05:36 pm (UTC)
veritasjusticia: Made by: sexiestdrummer {LJ} (Arched brow)
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It was a difficult thing to grasp, trying to realize he had been alive before. Death by fire. His eyes looked sideways at the fireplace and absently drew away from it slightly.

"Live again," he echoed, dropping his eyebrows in confusion. Death was final, wasn't it? Or was he not remembering something right?

Date: 2012-06-12 09:57 pm (UTC)
veritasjusticia: Made by me (Peace)
From: [personal profile] veritasjusticia
"I am... a soldier then." Somehow, that was more reassuring than being a king. "But fight alone? No army? Soldier... before?" The idea that this world that he barely knew was at risk of falling was something he didn't want to even contemplate thinking about. He paused, thinking carefully about how to phrase things before continuing. "Who... am I fighting?" He didn't know if he could fight, but if he was meant to be a soldier, who was he to argue? He was a soldier that could heal himself. Certainly that was useful. If only Hercules had such a skill; the Trojan War would not have been nearly as complex.


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