[ WP ] Your God has made you their chosen emissary , the more converts you gain your god the more power you get .

Thorn was not a fair God. 
 
 Not at all. 
 
 Alex had come to that conclusion long ago. However, Thorn *did* save the man's life. Unfair indeed to expect a lifetime worth of gratitude and servitude for a single moments act. But what could Alex do? Say *no*? 
 
 As his most loyal follower ( and *only* follower ), the God gave Alex the right of choosing a name. *Thorn*, Alex had said, *For you scare off the predators and protect the weak. * 
 
 Thorn probably would have struck Alex with lighting had he known the real reason for the name. He was a thorn in Alex's side. 
 
 Well, not lighting. Maybe a jolt or a shock. It would take a solid month for Thorn to store enough Divinity to call forth lighting. 
 
 Either way, Thorn simply was n't fair. The God had come to Alex again just two nights prior, angry at the lack of believers ( and in a dream about Olivia Wilde, no less ). As if one can simply proclaim a new God and expect people to flock toward him. Especially in the modern age, a new religion is tough to spread. 
 
 Sure, Alex did manage to get the few strays and homeless who would wander in his open meetings with free cake on their minds and leave with hungry stomachs and angry thoughts at the lack of cake, but they did n't *truly* believe. They just claimed they did, for a brief moment. Divinity was granted by Belief, capitol B. Thorn had made that much clear. 
 
 Alex, or Alexander rather ( God forbid ( literally ) you shorten your name in public ), sat alone in the meeting hall once more. 
 
 Meeting hall was perhaps too generous a word. Abandoned shack was more true. 
 
 The door creaked open. 
 
 Alex looked up, shocked, as the bums usually stopped coming after 8. 
 
 A short woman walked in, black business-like skirt covering pale white legs and a white shirt worn under a black coat. She had dark eyes and raven-colored hair. As she smiled, her teeth stood out against the dark like a lighthouse. 
 
 Alex sat still for a moment. She was stunning. He even thought for just a second that perhaps Thorn had competition in the area, but no, she was mortal. 
 
 He smiled and stood, sending a thought to Thorn. 
 
 *Do it now, * he sent, *use the Divinity. * 
 
 Alex's smile widened as he saw the woman's posture stiffen and her hands slightly clench. 
 
 She felt it. 
 
 Four days of Divinity stored up for a mere goosebump. But it would be enough. It had to be enough. 
 
 `` Tell me about your God.'' She spoke as she moved to the chairs, face patient. `` I'm in the market.''
