@Fulmine @DaEvilWithin @Joey
Ukkonen considered the lady's offer. There didn't seem to be a catch, except possibly her, and even if there was one, it was nothing he wouldn't be able to handle. He was about to tell her how to contact him when a different sort of mind - patterned by a familiar stubbornness - caught his attention.
"I don't bow to men, or false gods."
Ukkonen turned to see a young man - probably a boy - flicking what appeared to be a booger at Oz. The boy turned to him, having rooted another booger out of his nose, and pointed his finger at Ukkonen.
Do not dare.
"The religion you teach is no better than the thing I have on my finger."
Are there still fools such as this in this world? Ukkonen thought. Have I not done enough to teach them to fear the wrath of God?
Red sparks appeared around the boys legs, and suddenly, he appeared close to Ukkonen. Ukkonen didn't move as the boy flicked his finger clean and started to walk away. He didn't move or speak until the boy was far away - though not far enough - and his anger had subsided. His mood brightened as swiftly as it had soured, and he smiled sardonically, remembering the irony in the boy's last words. "You don't care about things that get discarded daily."
"If you only knew that we can make even something of your filth." He turned to Oz. "Should we forgive him just this once? Or should we hasten his death and spare him from the pandemonium that will soon sweep over this island?"