Fandom: Simon Spector
Prompt: #23, Vicarious
Warnings: Nobody is nice in this universe.
Summary: As you sow so shall you reap (a repeated summary, but still a valid one).
Word Count: About a hundred.
It wasn't his design, but he appreciated nonetheless the elegance of it, the wholeness that spoke of pure purpose made tangible. A holy machine that knew not it was holy, and waited only to be wielded for some higher call.
Christos'. For his was the way and his the beginning, and in the fullness of time his would be the end.
He could see in his mind's eye yet greater rivers of blood to come, where he would fish men and teach chaos.
"Your mission is pure," he said to his new weapon, not hiding the truth. "I admire purity."
Simon seemed pleased.