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“So you would remove it if you could?” Metatron queried.
“Well, yeah.”
Metatron held up his hand and sent a command to the cantorii. Not long after, Jesus Christ walked through the door. Literally. One of his scion powers included the ability to temporarily suspend his physical presence. A person in the back row noticed his entrance and gasped, leading to some heads turning and more whispers. “Who is that? Who let him in?”
Soon all the people in the room were fidgeting and watching as Jesus joined Metatron and Francesca at the top of the room.
Metatron held up his hand. “Behold, God’s scion, Jesus Christ.”
He didn’t expect the wave of laughter that followed and blamed Jesus. His choice to wear human garments meant he didn’t appear very Heavenly.
Jesus didn’t appear happy with the response to his name and scowled. “Shall I smite them for their disrespect?”
“No. We need the knights. But it appears they require proof we are who we say.” Metatron pointed to Cain. “Heal that man.” He then jabbed his finger at Simon. “You will video it so the others can see.”
Jesus sauntered to Cain, who remained sneering with his arms crossed. “Lucky me. Jesus Christ himself is gonna lay his hands on me. Praise be.”
“It is not I you should praise, but God, for I am merely his vessel.” Jesus floated off the floor, and a glow circled him as he stretched out his hands.
The amount of murmurs that erupted held more reverence than Metatron would have expected.
“How can you be Jesus Christ? The Bible says he died for our sins,” Maury stated.
“God has many scions, and I have been sent here to bring you back into his fold.” For once, Jesus looked loving. It helped he had the rapt attention of the assembled knights.
“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” Cain blustered. “Maybe you’re just good at doing tricks.”
“Behold the power of God!” Jesus clapped his hands, and thunder erupted, along with a bright flash of light. He held out his glowing hands, close to but not touching Cain. He didn’t need contact to heal.
The holy spirit contained within Jesus emerged to bath Cain in its brilliance. When it extinguished, the knotted and red scar on the man’s face had disappeared.
It led to much yelling and pleading as others asked if Jesus could fix them too.
“First, let us give thanks.” Jesus bowed his head, “Our God, who are upon Heaven, hallowed be thy name…”
As those assembled joined in the prayer, Francesca sidled close. “Good thinking calling JC in to convince them. I was beginning to think they were going to vote to stab you in case you actually were a demon.”
“They would have tried,” his dry reply.
“I don’t think you’ll have a problem convincing them now.”
His lip curled. “Doubtful. Humanity seems plagued with questions.”
“Curiosity is not a crime.”
“It is when it delays action.”
“Well, they’re listening now,” she remarked, given the group crowded around Jesus as he healed the next person.
“I supposed that’s all that matters. Given we’ve accomplished our goal of making them believe, I’ll leave you to finish the meeting.”
“Wait, you’re leaving?”
“I have other matters to attend,” he stated as he strode for the door. He exited to find Francesca on his heels.
“You can’t just go,” she huffed.
“Why not? My presence isn’t needed. Jesus can answer anything you need to know.”