Perfect Liar - Loki

Kneel

After catching a glimpse of his eyes, Amira's instincts encouraged her run, catching up with the fleeing crowd.

Once darting past the doors, she found herself looking back whilst in motion. She saw him walking with the upmost pride through the door, and it became more strange when she watched his entire clothing change before her eyes.

Before turning her head back to run, all she had witnessed was a gold helmet that framed all angles of his face with a structured horns that stood high above him. An emerald cape-like piece trailed from his broad, now-armoured shoulders.

Meeting her fellow attendees in the dark streets, the most of the crowd that did not fully flee, came to a halt when they reached a fair distance, to look back in morbid curiosity at the threat behind them. Perhaps, that entire group were science academics of some form with a need to understand, or perhaps their fear simply couldn't allow themselves to run. Amira didn't know which she was.

She watched the man- who did not even seem human anymore, cross the street with no care that two police cars with blaring sirens were driving in his direction. That was, until he turned and faced his weapon towards them and urged it forward, bringing out a blue strike of what seemed like energy. Whatever it was, it hit the first car with immense force, turning it over.

This was when the newly formed stationary group began to panic, yet again. Although, on their attempt to disperse, all corners of them were faced with the same man, appearing one corner at a time.

Upon his appearence, he spoke with a force, and instructed, "kneel before me."

The crowd became herded like animals, as he surrounded them on all ends.

Who she assumed to be the real version of him- or whatever he was, stayed stood at the front of them, and he grew frustrated.

"I said..." he paused, hitting his weapon to the floor, and exclaimed at an excruciating volume, "KNEEL!"

The crowd did exactly as he instructed, including Amira, finding herself nearing the centre of the cluster. His expression was electrified with accomplishment, as he slowly stepped into the crowd.

"Is not this, simpler? Is this not your natural state?" His weapon of sorts bowed forwards with his hand movements as he addressed those before him. "It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation."

He made his way forward as he continued his speech, as he stopped at an intense proximity to Amira's left shoulder as she kneeled reluctantly.

"The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power... for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

There was an impulse in her, that had no thought, it were as if she was not in control of her own body, but she entirely was. Amira rose to her feet, not anticipating how she were now but a few inches from him. A peculiar fire rose in her as words left her mouth, almost involuntarily.

"Not to men like you."

His head turned to finally face her, as he stood tall above her. His self-assured smirk was unchanged. Her breath altered slightly amidst his eye contact, his eyes were a piercing ice blue, but somehow maintained a hint of green that was almost hypnotic.

His wide grin expanded as he tilted his head forward ever so slightly.

"There are no men like me."

She surprised herself at how bold she remained, forcing herself to maintain eye contact- and she could've sworn that the corners of her mouth lifted for a millisecond. He looked ready for murder, and she was most certainly not taking the smart route.