With the newest, and most unexpected member of their little band having shown her resolve, Scar moved onto the main purpose of his visit. Healing Cynthia.

He didn't need to bring them along, in fact it would be undoubtedly smarter if he didn't so that they didn't pull him down. But he had never claimed to be a smart man. His mind had always been clouded by one thing or another. Cult-fed delusions, Anime based delusions and now, guilt. Although thankfully no delusions with that one.

He strolled over to the bowl of wriggling jelly that sat on the table and held his hand above it. His fingers tickled the air, as he played with the cloud of strange energy that had engulfed the jelly bowl.

Neither Alexandra or Daisy had noticed it, simply because they weren't attuned to this type of energy. But he had the soul of a god now, or at least part of one, and that was more than just a random title.

It came with some nifty perks.

Gods were all about creating miracles, such as the one that his other self had selfishly discovered. That little party trick had drained Seth of all of his Worship, but not Scar. However that didn't really matter, as Scar had none to begin with.

Worship was a strange thing, one that he didn't fully understand. But just because he didn't completely understand its deepest secrets, such as how exactly it was capable of creating something out of mere belief, didn't mean he knew absolutely nothing about it.

Worship, by its very concept, was directional. A person prayed to a god, and the god received their Worship and could store it inside of them. Pretty simple, right? In this case it could also be transactional, the god could then use that gathered Worship to perform a miracle and achieve what the worshipper was unable to.

However it wasn't restricted to that. 'God works in mysterious ways' after all. The prayer need not be answered through use of the Worship, and the prayer need not be answered at all. So long as you kept the believer believing through other means, they would stay a source of Worship whether they wanted prayers answered or simply praised your being.

It could easily lead to a lot of selfish and self serving gods, like countless stories suggested. A fact mortals seemed to have been groomed to gleefully accept, a coincidence I'm sure.

Don't be mistake in assuming that God's were the only one's able to accumulate worship, however. Anything and everything could, if you believed it enough. God's were simply the only one's capable of wielding it for their own means.

Worship still affected people and objects on its own. That lucky dice you have that always rolls a 20 in those clutch moments, the charismatic leader that seems to be able to naturally draw people in with his words.

A meagre boy acting as the hero against all odds, facing down a monster twice his size in front of a crowd of helpless people. Their belief in him, their desperate cries for him to win, could bolster his strength or simply give him the courage to go on.

While objects themselves could gain worship and be changed by it, an object tethered to a person would act as a conduit. That was the entire purpose of Altar's, they acted as a better transport of Worship across vast distances as well as stored some in itself to better influence the believer.

When he was Seth, he himself had exploited this unknowingly. Corvus had always been the one to gather up all the worship, but since Seth had tethered himself to it by his threads, as well as assumed the identity on multiple occasions, it started to gather in him. Whether it changed him or not was hard to say.

But now that he was now Scar, and not Seth, there presented an issue. The simple puppet could transfer the Worship to his body as it was just a walking Altar, but now the Altar had been replaced by a seperate entity that assumed the identity.

Even if they were linked, it would not be shared between his identities as. So for now, Corvus was still the one sucking up all the Worship, and they had no access to it. Seth only had his year-long reserves, which he emptied in a minute.

It seemed physically impossible for them to take the gathering Worship away from Corvus, but strangely he was able to send it to them. It was his to do with what he wished after all.

They were part of the same soul, but treated as separate people and thus had lost that privilege.

It could be solved with the use of objects of power, which were simply receptacles for Worship to be stored in to be used at a later date by anyone who was able. It could also prevent the Worship from altering him in any way should it gather in enough quantity and power.

But he did not have those objects as of yet.

All of this is to say that Scar had no Worship within him to perform the Miracle. But he also didn't have to. Alexandra had taken care of that problem herself.

For over an entire year, three times a day with every meal, Alexandra had sat at this table and fed Cynthia. And every single time, she had muttered the same thing to herself. She had hoped and prayed that she would get better.

So, when Scar held his hand above the bowl and wriggled his fingers, he could feel the pure Worship that gathered around Cynthia's bowl and flooded every single drop of her gelatinous body.

It clung to her like a stench. A stench of hope and desperation.

Not only could he feel its presence, but for the first time he could actually feel its influence. The slight difference in the Worship that gave it a gentle influence. It was warm and fuzzy to the touch, reminding him of being fed soup when he was sick and the way he would feel when his Sister would take care of him.

He could feel the way that warm Worship was influencing Cynthia in turn. It was actually healing her, it simply didn't know the best way to do it. It was slow, clumsy, but still healing nonetheless.

It could even be said that all of Cynthia's improvement over the year was not because of Alexandra's feeding, but her endless hope and dedication to her prayers of health.

Ultimately, Scar was not the one performing the Miracle. She had provided the energy and had done it all himself. All he was doing was adding the final step, giving all of her dedication and effort the final nudge.

All it needed was a catalyst, something to give it form and direction. It needed the soul of a god.

Summoning the [Fjord Carver] once more, Scar lifted it to his hand that was still held above the bowl, and pressed the blade against the scar that still lingered on his palm. With a swift movement, the salty blade sliced open his flesh, tearing open the scar and bringing a wave of stinging pain.

He ignored it, instead focusing on his blood. The silver liquid pooled in the fresh wound, looking as if he had mercury for blood. Usually it would retreat, squirming its way back inside of him, but he had control of it now.

Under his command, it formed a long droplet that bulged at the bottom. It hung and swung, growing in size as more blood gathered in it, before the tension finally snapped and the globule of silver blood dropped into the bowl.

Like candy floss in water, it immediately dissolved as soon as it hit the cyan slime.

Scar controlled his dripping blood, slurping the trail back into his body as the fresh wound started to knit itself back together. Stepping back, he watched the bowl silently, his eyes glowing pure white as he watched what was happening below the surface.

The cloud of gathered Worship was immediately sucked into the slime, drawn to the blood like a magnet, was Scar's influence started to purify it. Under his command, the blood drew out any doubt, any confusion and any useless influence from the gathered Worship until all that was left was the healing.

Then, it took all the removed impurities and forced them to change into the same healing energy. That was the difficult part. His blood seemed to struggle with that more, for some reason he couldn't understand.

It wasn't just converting it that was the issue... there was something more to it. As if something within him was resisting the change to healing and wanted to influence it in another way.

He had to actively fight that feeling, forcing it into healing and as a result lost some of the energy along the way.

Not that it mattered, as his influence was already clear as day.

Within the bowl, Cynthia's body was bubbling and writhing like it was boiling, but below the surface he could see that her core, her very being made solid and forced into a singular weak spot, was starting to repair the cracks that had formed along its surface.

Body, mind and soul all in one rapidly began to heal and repair themselves until finally, a hand emerged from the bowl.

It clung to the edge, pulling the rest of a body out with it. As if emerging from a pool, a pool made of herself, Cynthia dragged her body up out of the bowl and stretched her arms to the side.

She let out a loud and wide yawn, one that stretched her face to comical proportions, before everything snapped back into place with a wobble.

Cynthia blinked softly, looking around the room in confusion before her gaze landed on Alexandra, who was only barely holding back tears. Cynthia broke out into a cheeky smile, tilting her head slightly.

"Hey baby. So...Did we win? Also, Where are we? This is a nice place."

Alexandra was unable to hold back the tears any longer, immediately lunging onto the table and pulling Cynthia into a bone breaking hug that simply squished her gelatinous body, confusion painting the poor girls elongated face.

While the couple were having their long overdue reunion, Scar sauntered over to Daisy and whispered softly to the young girl.

"Do you remember what 18 was working on in the labs?"

Daisy looked up at him with curious and innocent eyes, nodding softly.

"Good. Think you can get it?"

Daisies eyes sparkled, and an excited grin spread across her face once more, her body starting to vibrate with excitement, as she nodded quickly.

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