Sebastian Cane
Hit Me!
@Paint The Wind
Milo's day was not off to a great start. Not only did he have his clinical rounds starting at 8 AM, but the coffee shop near the medical school had recently closed. Now, he’d have to make a detour just to obtain his morning caffeine fix, which inevitably meant he’d have to leave earlier. ‘Honestly, if there was anything good about the Divine Court, it has to be the instant service.’ he thought wryly. Occasionally, Milo would find himself missing the small things about living with the gods, when he was still the God of Water. Then again, it was the gods’ fault that he was in this predicament in the first place.
Originally, Milo had simply wanted to observe humans going about their lives. They had so much potential, potential he thought could benefit the gods. However, his father, the God of Life, had disagreed. Disgusted by his son’s fascination with the lower race, Milo's father exiled him, trapping him in a human body. The essence of a divine being was never meant to be crammed into a mortal vessel, and the pain that Milo felt because of his father’s decision was excruciating. Decades ago, when he was stronger than he was now, Milo had placed a seal on himself, numbing himself to the pain. However, the seal did not discriminate, and Milo found himself numb from the world, feeling neither the pain nor the pleasures of life. It gave him the reputation of being cold and aloof, which he could work with as a doctor. The cold steel and clinical tools he would use on patients perfectly mirrored his life on Earth. Somewhere inside him, Milo could feel the hope he had for humanity slipping away, just as his father wanted.
However, Milo was loathe to give in to his father. So he continued trudging through his mortal life. He found that caffeine was good way to push himself along during the day, so with a sigh, he veered off his normal route and head for the alternative café. Stepping into the shop purposefully, he quickly made his way to the front and gave a brusque order. “I’d like a large coffee, 2 cream and 2 sugars if you can manage it. As quickly as you can.” Perhaps his control on his power was getting weaker the longer he stayed in the mortal world, or maybe it was just due to his bad morning, but the temperature of the entire shop and all the beverages in it dropped a few degrees as he waited impatiently for his order.
Milo's day was not off to a great start. Not only did he have his clinical rounds starting at 8 AM, but the coffee shop near the medical school had recently closed. Now, he’d have to make a detour just to obtain his morning caffeine fix, which inevitably meant he’d have to leave earlier. ‘Honestly, if there was anything good about the Divine Court, it has to be the instant service.’ he thought wryly. Occasionally, Milo would find himself missing the small things about living with the gods, when he was still the God of Water. Then again, it was the gods’ fault that he was in this predicament in the first place.
Originally, Milo had simply wanted to observe humans going about their lives. They had so much potential, potential he thought could benefit the gods. However, his father, the God of Life, had disagreed. Disgusted by his son’s fascination with the lower race, Milo's father exiled him, trapping him in a human body. The essence of a divine being was never meant to be crammed into a mortal vessel, and the pain that Milo felt because of his father’s decision was excruciating. Decades ago, when he was stronger than he was now, Milo had placed a seal on himself, numbing himself to the pain. However, the seal did not discriminate, and Milo found himself numb from the world, feeling neither the pain nor the pleasures of life. It gave him the reputation of being cold and aloof, which he could work with as a doctor. The cold steel and clinical tools he would use on patients perfectly mirrored his life on Earth. Somewhere inside him, Milo could feel the hope he had for humanity slipping away, just as his father wanted.
However, Milo was loathe to give in to his father. So he continued trudging through his mortal life. He found that caffeine was good way to push himself along during the day, so with a sigh, he veered off his normal route and head for the alternative café. Stepping into the shop purposefully, he quickly made his way to the front and gave a brusque order. “I’d like a large coffee, 2 cream and 2 sugars if you can manage it. As quickly as you can.” Perhaps his control on his power was getting weaker the longer he stayed in the mortal world, or maybe it was just due to his bad morning, but the temperature of the entire shop and all the beverages in it dropped a few degrees as he waited impatiently for his order.
