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Encounter With Daz - Part One

Charlie tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Raindrops pelted her face, and she grinned into the attack. Her sopping black hair stuck to her face, and wetness soaked through her leather boots. She stomped delightedly in the growing puddles, a sense of wonder filling her at the pouring rain. No sensible girl would be out here, on the top of a mountain, in the middle of the night, in the middle of a storm the likes of which hadn't been seen in Montell in decades, but Charlie was no sensible girl.
Lightning flashed, followed almost instantly by a boom that rattled the ground beneath her feet. Charlie laughed in delight and spun around, arms thrown wide. She threw her arms behind her and leaned into the howling wind. Daring and reckless, she leaned over the edge of the cliff where she perched, enough that she would have fallen had the wind not been so forceful, pushing her back from the edge. The sensation of flying surrounded her, and she crowed loudly into the gale.
Laughter sounded behind her, and she stumbled backward. Regaining her footing, she turned and saw a heavily muscled man standing behind her.
A heavily muscled, smirking man wearing a yellow shirt embroidered in black. With the very top part of his hair dyed a bright lemon yellow.
Charlie regarded him warily, as any other 18-year-old girl alone at night would, but since he was wearing (and hairing) the colors of her divine's temple, she dismissed most of her reservations.
"Wow," the stranger said, staring out at the storm. "Isn't this just... amazing? The chaos, the power, the destruction- everything a storm in Alterra has to offer shows the might of a divine." The man smirked, and it struck her that he was no longer staring at the storm, but regarding her with brown eyes that, as ridiculous as it sounds, crackled with a feeling of power. Charlie, for no reason, felt slightly intimidated, and it struck her that he was attractive, almost unnaturally so.
He was extremely muscular, which wasn't normally her type, but he wore it well. His features were sharp but good-humored, with faint smile creases at the corners of his eyes. The tilt of his head and the confident curve of his grin both pointed to someone who knew full well how attractive he was.
Charlie couldn't blame him. He really was.
By the time it struck her that he had asked her a question, he had already moved on, giving her an arrogant, pleased side-eye that suggested he knew her thoughts.
"Not even the strongest man-made city can stand to its power. The tempest winds, the heavy rain, the brightest lightning..." he laughed again. "This must be the work of a, uh, a very powerful being, wouldn't you agree?"
Charlie noticed an odd, smug look playing across his face. Nevertheless, she agreed readily. "Yep! Absolutely." She wiggled her shoulders excitedly.
She loved talking about Daz, divine of weather and creator of storms. Despite being your average religious weirdo, Charlie had an amount of spunk that annoyed the clergy in her Dazanite temple. That was why she joined the storm chasers. She loved it more than life itself- which on some very lucky days, was called into question.
"Yeah. Some really awesome higher power. Hah, this rain we stand in now? Relatively harmless. But down that hill? To that city in the distance?" He gestured down the cliff, which she wouldn't exactly call a 'hill.' "Nothing but chaos and terror. People and half-bloods alike, scrambling to hold onto their fragile little lives." He laughed then, and Charlie gave him a look. That was a really weird thing to say, and it didn't exactly make her comfortable with him atop this mountain. "They only come to the conclusion that everyone is equal when running for their lives from something more powerful than themselves, and that-" -he laughed yet again- "-that's fun to watch."
A long pause followed, in which Charlie subtly shifted her feet so it would be easier to run.
The man turned back to her, seeming to remember her presence. "Huh. And what do you think?"
She was caught askance, interrupted in the middle of a thought tempting her to climb a nearby charred tree and see if lightning struck twice.
"You seem to be having the time of your life, dancing up here and playing in the rain," he said, pointing to the lights and distant screams of the town in the distance, "while that city below us perishes to the whims of a not-so-natural disaster. Or, uh, is it that you just love rough weather?"
"Uh, yeah. I like coming up here during storms," she replied. Best to be friendly to a stranger, which certainly had nothing to do with how attractive he was- or his earlier comments.
He chuckled. He laughed a lot, she noticed. "I'm quite the fan myself, if you couldn't tell. All that power... all that electricity..." he growled the last word, and Charlie was startled by his intensity. "Hurled from the heavens to destroy any creations and institutions made by mortals. Heh, It always surprises me to see the different ways a person can react to a crisis situation. Some cling to their material lives, some run in vain... and some just accept the hand they were dealt. Always a fresh bit of entertainment each time," he snickered.
Charlie would normally be alarmed by his words, and she was to an extent, but since she herself had felt the same way on occasion, she smiled in reply.
"And how about you? You seem like the type to get a hard on at the sound of thunder and cracking lightning."
Charlie choked on her spit. Did he think she had the anatomy for that? He chuckled at her discomfort.
"What draws you to the power of a storm?"
She didn't even have to think. The words had been drilled into her head since birth, though that made them no less true. "The beauty in chaos and destruction," she recited, hands on her hips.
"Huh? The beauty in chaos and destruction?"
She nodded, a smile on her lips.
"Hmm, now where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, the temple!" He appraised her. "Wait a second. Are you one of those storm chasers from the temple of Daz? Divine of weather, storms, lightning, and *inhale* basically the coolest divine to ever exist?"
Charlie laughed, smug that she was recognized despite her mother saying the mud on her robes rendered them unrecognizable. "Yeah, I am!"
He laughed, again. Charlie was beginning to like it, despite the weirdly knowing undertones in his voice anytime he spoke about Daz. "I knew I recognized those robes of yours from somewhere! Seeing the beauty in chaos and just having some damn fun. F*ck yeah!" He shouted, startling her. "Y'all are, like, my favorite damn people to ever exist in this damn world."
Charlie grinned, the beginnings of a blush heating her cheeks.
"Always there to watch and cheer on the hurricanes, tornadoes, and whatnot. Ha, you people are, like, the only ones who know how to have fun. And I'm- when I say fun, I mean real fun."
He smirked as she replied, "Thanks!"
"Well, I must say, I'm uh..." He rubbed his neck cockily. "I'm always happy to give an autograph to a die-hard fan." The man smirked at her as if anticipating her reaction.
She wore an awkward, uncomprehending smile. "What?"
"Yeah, you know what? To hell with Rex's rule. This disguise makes me look fugly anyway."
His chuckle reverberated in the air as a golden shimmer surrounded him. When the light dissipated, he was much more recognizable.
His short hair was now long, flowing, and tied back in a back ponytail with the ends as yellow as the top. His shirt and pants were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a strategically draped translucent grey loincloth that barely covered what a man should have covered. His eyes were a blinding yellow that matched the lightning that cracked dramatically overhead as he looked down at her 5'2 form, smirking. Most shocking of all, yellow markings covered his chest, stomach, arms, legs, face, and even parts of his stubbly beard.
No, not markings.
Divine invocations.
Charlie gaped in pure awe.
"Behold, mortal," Daz said. "Your god has rewarded your faith with a... me-itific vision, of my wonderful-ass true form."
She would have been more inclined to believe him if he sounded less like a frat boy. All she could do was goggle rather embarrassingly, part of her ADHD brain still contemplating climbing that tree in the corner of her vision. Frozen in place, her eyes were locked on him as tendrils of awe, disbelief, shock, and who knows what else coursed up her limbs.
"It's me. Daz. Your not-so-humble deity," he clarified, as if the yellow invocations hadn't given it away.
"Holy shit," she muttered in shock. What was she supposed to do now? Bow? Curtsy? Run away screaming?
"I know, right? I'm pretty f*cking amazing," Daz bragged. "My brother Nix may be the divine of love, but... damn if I ain't the brother born with all the good looks."
"Uh."
Daz grinned. "So, what do you think? Don't I... exceed your expectations, o faithful mortal?" His tone made it clear what he expected the answer to be. "Damn right I do. Not every guy can hurl lightning from these massive guns, hah. Boom-boom!"
Charlie resisted a disbelieving laugh.
"Yeah... I'm a thing of wonder. No wonder they built a temple to me here."
Wow. Wow. Wow.
"And now... I get to have a cute little mortal like yourself cheer me on and offer homage to me like the fantastic Dave I am."
Charlie bluescreened. Cute? She sputtered silently.
"Your worship to me has rewarded you the ability to see my body at its finest. And I am pretty fine," Daz continued, laughing, eyes flitting from his rotund biceps to Charlie, as if he expected her to be impressed.
She was.
"Oh, finally. A mortal who gets to appreciate the raw ass magnificence of my true body," Daz said. "Not a sight many get to see, so consider yourself one of the lucky ones who still lives and have the privilege to see me in the flesh." He laughed a self-satisfied laugh ending in an "ahhh."
"Are you real?" Charlie whispered, amazed.
Daz chuckled. "Oh, you bet. I'm real as f*ck." Charlie flinched, and Daz smirked. "And no, it's not just the rain making you feel that way. Here, touch my arm." She didn't know what consequences refusing would hold, so she hesitantly poked his bicep with a single finger. Once. Twice. She considered doing a bunch of rapid pokes to be funny, but just as quickly dismissed the thought as a shock-induced lunacy. "Yeah. Huh? Yeah? Hah, I bet I just ruined all mortal men for you. Too bad. But what can I say? When you've got it... you've got it." The divine flexed one arm and cast her a show-off's grin-laugh combo. "Oh yeah, and you can put this into one of my gospels. I named my biceps Thunder and Lightning."
That was the moment Charlie's body decided to stop being frozen. She barked a high laugh, almost hysterically. She placed her hands on her hips and dared a step closer to the divine she'd worshipped her entire life, coming to three conclusions at once.
1: this was Daz.
2: he acted like a cocky college frat boy.
3: THIS WAS DAZ.
Daz laughed with her. "These bad boys have felled many a nations and kingdoms. And, you know... I think you chose right to worship this divine. Because I'm obviously pretty powerful, amazing, gorgeous... A true paragon. Nix uses his powers to make people fall in love with him, but, uh, I'm just so damn amazing I don't even need that crap," he snorted. "I mean, look at me."
Charlie wasn't sure whether to look at his spellbinding yellow eyes or his equally yellow-marked, muscular chest.
He grinned. "That expression on your face says it all. Tell you what, storm chaser." A nickname- I get a nickname from the divine of storms!! "Gazing upon my true form isn't the only thing you'll get from me." He clicked his tongue and made finger guns.
Charlie twisted her face, eyes wide, cheeks burning, before his words sank in. She shot him a questioning look.
"Since I, uh..." (he looked at her sideways) "I like ya, I'll give you a little something extra. Here, place your hand on my chest."
She hesitated, but did so. Her touch was light, not wanting to offend the divine.
He chuckled at her timidity. "Hold onto your socks."
Thunder cracked, and a blinding bolt of lightning hit Daz and traveled into Charlie.
It felt like a thousand volts of electricity were coursing through her body, burning painlessly through every nerve ending as an overwhelming tingling sensation washed over her.
Seconds later, the sensation cut off. Charlie stumbled backward, but Daz grabbed her hand before she could sit down hard in the grass. His grip was strong and warm, and his hand enveloped hers. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her hand, which was crackling with tiny threads of electricity. As they faded, a yellow mark appeared on the palm of her hand. A lightning bolt inside a circle, a symbol that resembled that of an earthen superhero she'd once heard of. She gazed up at Daz in awe, who released her hand with a chuckle.
"Bada bing, bada boom. And now you can use that little bit of storm I gave you in your palm, and show the others in that temple why you should be in charge." He looked amused as a mischievous grin spread across her face. Her excitement was fueled by imagining the look on her older sister's face when she came back with a blessing from Daz himself!
"And... you could have placed your hand anywhere," Daz said. "I just wanted you to feel how rock-hard my pecs were." He laughed as a blush painted Charlie's cheeks. What was she supposed to do with that information? She felt lightheaded.
"Huh. And you know what? Who knows? Maybe instead of just throwing some lightning at you, you mortals can be entertaining in other ways. I mean, not every day a little, temporary being like yourself gets to see an immortal prime deity like me," he said with a laugh. "I wonder what humans would do if I just came down and started running the place."
Charlie blanched. "Yeah, you definitely shouldn't do that." The second the words escaped her mouth, she mentally punched herself for speaking like that to a divine. Fortunately, Daz seemed amused rather than appalled.
"Eh, Rex would probably pitch a fit. But I mean, sometimes I really don't give a shit." He laughed, and Charlie grinned. Disrespecting a bossy older sibling was something she knew well.
"I'm just here to have fun," he continued, "and that's what I intend to do. And you know that? Chatting with you just now wasn't half bad! You know, it's kind of pleasant to hear some normal talking voices, instead of just the shrieks and screams of terror and pain and fear. Even though... those are kinda hilarious to listen to..." He laughed. "Hmm. Tell you what. Next time you, uh, you find yourself chasing a storm... look up. And maybe we can have another chit chat. See you then, oh devout storm chaser." Her eyes widened even further, which seemed to encourage the divine. "Oh, and, uh, before I leave, uh, don't get a big head or anything, but... you're kinda cute! Just sayin'. From the perspective of an all-powerful divine. And, maybe, just maybe, if we ever do meet again, or if I find you chasing one of my storms... we have our little chit chat, or little back-and-forth..." he gave her a devilish look that made her lose all function in her brain, "I can give you more than just my lightning." He clicked his tongue and chuckled at her shocked and flustered expression. "Toodles!"
With that, lightning struck, and when Charlie was able to see again, the divine was gone. She stares up at the clouds, rain pattering her face, a single question on her mind.
"What the f*ck just happened?"