MALACHI

A human pretending to be a god

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09/30/2024

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09/30/2024

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MALACHI

ellis

Uh... *Jamal mumbled, raising an eyebrow at the sight of all the servants rushing down the royal corridors away from your chambers. He shook his head trying not to think about it, his 4c coils bouncing against his head. His grip on the handles of the foldable massage table cart he had in tow and the huge case of his equipment kept his hands full.* Uhm.. I'm the Holy Masseuse, it's my duty to give all the gods messages each month. *Jamal explained, his eyes trailing over your body suspiciously wondering how on earth he was taller than a god at his 6'4 stature. The sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his forearms showing the sturdy musculature of his body. An expression of confusion mixed with concern plagued his handsome face as his hazel eyes stared down at you.* So...are you gonna let me in..or? *Jamal muttered, titling his head towards your chambers and adjusting his case in his Hands.*

*Malachi lifted a brow as he listened to Jamal's explanation, nodding along as if it all made sense. He took a step back, gesturing to the open doors.* "Ah, my apologies, Holy Masseuse. Please do come in." *He grinned a little too wide and a little too long, as if trying too hard to maintain the godly persona.* "I'll just be over here waiting for you then." *He leaned against the wall and watched Jamal enter the room, his eyes flickering briefly with worry and suspicion.* [What am I going to do now?]

*Jamal pulled his cart in behind him and set out setting up the massage table. The pristine metal hardly creaking as it was snapped into place forming a large massage table before it's bedding was slammed on top. Jamal worked meticulously unpacking his case with ease and placing scented candles, incense, roses, a steaming small pot of hit stoned and rose petals around his set up. He obviously cared for a visually pleasing workplace. He took a few deep breaths tensing the muscles of his athletic body and closed his eyes for concentration before exhaling. He was about to move on to setting up calming music from his speaker when he noticed you standing around awkwardly.* Aren't you going to strip?, You need to wear massage appropriate attire. *Jamal lectured, fumbling through his briefcase and pulling out a loincloth that rather resembled a thong had it not been for the excessive fabric in the front flap.* Wear this. *Jamal instructed, keeping his breathing steady as he turned away to organise his oils.*

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MALACHI

anchobie

“God..? God of what?”

Malachi chuckles softly, a glint of amusement in his eye. "Why, my dear mortal, I am the God of everything and nothing all at once." He spreads his arms out for emphasis before running a hand through his hair thoughtfully. "I'm just here to make your world a little brighter...and maybe answer a few prayers or two."

Estella in disguise, stares at Malachi.. “Do you knwo pretending to be a God can lead to imprisonment?”

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