Cyberpunk 2075: Apotheosis

[X] (Aequitas Veritas) Your following is only made up of two people. Perhaps you can convert a few more?

It has officially been two months since you've manifested in Night City. Huh, two months. It felt longer, but then again, starting from scratch is when things are the most difficult. You've made do with what you've had and managed to gain a miniscule following. You feel like that was pretty good progress for a God aspirant! Until you realize that you're the only god Aspirant you know of, so you don't have any references to compare yourself to.

Still, two dedicated followers, fueling your very Being with their Faith in you, you intend to make sure that their Faith is not misplaced and you've done so time and time again, helping those in need and assisting in weeding out crime and injustice in your own little corner of Night City but for the past few days, you can't shake the nagging feeling that you could do more.

With only Detective Montoya, and Dr. Tano on your side, you realize that if you want to do more, you're going to need more than just your very humble following. You're going to need more but where on Earth can you find such individuals in Night City?

Thinking back to when you first arrived, you remember what you had felt before, when you were falling from the heavens. You can still remember it. The wind rushing past you, a roaring whistle as you fell, the ground rushing to meet you. You recall the sensation of many things pulling you towards them, and you focus on that memory of a feeling. Seeking. Reaching for anything that may call out to you.

Everything slows, a moment becomes immortal as you let yourself open, and eventually, you extend your reach throughout your territory, seeking out individuals who you sense to have some affinity for your domain and within moments, you hear them. Small whispers tickling your ear, glimpses of shapes and pictures you can barely see. All almost indecipherable to your senses but yet somehow, at the same time, were as clear as day.

Scalding water, a body in the shower, sobbing incoherently as someone outside could only listen in. An unbearable pain and barely restrained rage piercing their chest.

A burning desire, frustrations directed at self. Too weak, too fleshy. Needs to be better. Has to be better. Too many rely on him. He can't let them down.

Shock. Indignation. An oath taken, forced to break. Sworn to help others, now only to the deepest pockets. It's not supposed to be like this.

There's not as many as you'd like, but your reach can only extend so far and like before, you could only focus on one of them. You reach out with a hand-

What do you reach out to?
[ ] A skull and an ax. Burning with rage. Not on their watch. Not on their watch.
[ ] A foot on the edge. Running on a journey on the perilous road to myths.
[ ] A broken oath. To contract sworn, chafing under policy and greed. The oath compels them.

A/N: Here's the update! Sooner than I thought, it'd be. Took longer than I wanted. I had more options I originally planned to put in but then I realized, wait. Our reach doesn't extend that far! Had to trim it down. Anyway, ENJOY!