A God Does Not See The Borders Of Man

Hargeon Town held good memories for the God of Blood. It was here, in this very port town, that he fully ascended into god hood. The attack that had taken place during which it happened had been a let down, the country of Fiore going to a weapon of mass destruction to stop the creature that they could have easily stopped if they had been given the chance. Alas that was not why he was here this day. The fully armored being had another, smaller, purpose that he wished to take care of before he grew frustrated by the peace of the town here.

The purpose for being in town? He wished to grab a passport for himself to rid himself of the need to slay everyone that even thought of asking for it. It had proven to be a bloody task that, while it would give him fights, would keep him from being able to spread his influence to other countries around the world.

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The amount of people here grated on his very patience. They were all scrambling in line, waiting their turn to get theirs so that they could move between countries freely. He would have to tell all of his followers in Fiore to get one as well, a demand that they begin travel to other countries as missionaries of bloodshed. That was for another time though, for now it was just himself. The armored man walked forward, going passed the people in line, and made his way to the tent that people were going in to get their passports made. A town guard tried to stop him, tried but failed. The man hit the ground, a sudden aneurysm bursting in his brain that no one would ever be able to pin on the God of Blood if it was investigated.

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After the first man dropped there was a shriek from within the crowd. The ear piercing noise was ignored even as the man entered the tent to find a sole inhabitant making a small smile in his general direction. "I have come for the passport, dost my servant have one prepared for me?" The smile on the person sitting at the passport station simply smiled wider before reaching underneath to bring out a passport that had a blood red color to it. At first glanced it seemed to be covered in blood, but those astute enough to not panic at first site would soon realize it was a simple coloration pattern made of just ink to look the part. A pleased sigh would leave Chaoris's lips from behind the mask. "It is good to know that those that worship me excel in more than just the battlefield. With this my travels will be less likely yo be hindered, which means I can spread my influence across the world of Earthland...and Beyond!" The words would be said as the armored man walked out of the rear exit of the tent. His passport would be moved to a pocket of the armor for when it would be needed, and those searching for him would find themselves stumped as he simply teleported away to who knew where.