The Anointed One typically refers to the Savior of the New Testament.
But that Savior is almost certainly incapable of manifesting.
Firstly, it's hard to imagine the Messiah, who willingly sacrificed Himself to bear humanity's sins according to myth, having any reason to appear as a Heretic God bringing calamity.
Secondly, as part of the Trinity with the Lord of scripture, His manifestation would equate to the omniscient, omnipotent God appearing in the world.
Even Yahweh manifesting as a Heretic God is more likely than Jesus.
Yahweh, as the core of monotheism, is the result of mythic evolution.
Before that, He may have had other identities, allowing manifestation in those forms.
But when Jesus appears in myth, He is irrevocably tied to the monotheistic God.
Thus, while Yahweh might manifest, Jesus, bound to Him, cannot.
This Hebrew saint, then, cannot be Jesus. He merely borrows His words to express his own sentiments.
Yet his casual use of such words hints at his lofty status.
Most angels and saints in the Hebrew system revere Jesus immensely, avoiding His words except in preaching.
This saint, however, quotes the Son without reverence.
His back slightly hunched, his eyes a mix of sorrow and defiance, he glanced at the youthful war god, the pages of his book rustling.
Then, he turned to leave.
"Why do you manifest? Why use Melqart as a stepping stone to break free from myth as a Heretic?" Verethragna called, not angered but thrilled, his face alight with excitement.
The Persian war god, victorious through his ten incarnations, relied on his Warrior incarnation to discern a god's essence.
Yet this saint's origins were veiled by a thin layer of holy light, obscuring his sight.
Far from frustrated, Verethragna was delighted.
"I—" The saint replied, his steps unwavering, as if declaring his conviction to himself.
"I shall prove this body is no falsehood!"
Gods depend on myths and shift with their changes.
If a critical mythic text is deemed false, what becomes of the gods tied to it?
Denying the myth denies the god.
Unwilling to be forgotten or reduced to falsehood, this god broke free, using Baal as a sacrifice to manifest.
Though Baal was a supreme god-king, scripture's influence degraded him into a demon, making him vulnerable.
Thus, a high-ranking saint from scripture could suppress him.
And so, the invincible Baal fell, a sacrifice and conduit for this saint's arrival.
"Servant of the Hebrew Lord! Fight me!" Verethragna declared, eyeing the departing saint, his aura locking onto him as he clenched his fist. "Since you stole my opponent, take Melqart's place and grant me defeat!"
The saint's gaze softened, devout, his voice like a melodic chant: "He said, do not vainly strive with others."
His tone carried both counsel and warning.
"Hahaha!" The ever-victorious Persian war god paused, then burst into laughter.
"I am a war god! A god of victory, protection, and strife!"
"Strife is my duty and my nature!"
Hearing this, the saint, who had been walking away, stopped.
Not swayed by the war god's fervor or words.
Simply—
He turned, his face growing solemn.
"Only He may be called God!"
In the monotheistic Hebrew system, there is but one God.
Any who dare claim divinity are heretical demons!
Verethragna answered with hearty laughter.
"If you can grant me defeat, I'd relinquish my divine name without hesitation!"
He raised an arm, his fist clenched, blue-purple hair fluttering with surging curse power.
"Fear me, nameless saint! Tremble before me! I am the strongest, holding all victories! Every triumph is mine!"
"Fear the winged one, you evil and mighty! My wings bring curses! The wicked cannot strike me!"
Using his Phoenix incarnation's divine speed, the youthful war god closed in instantly.
Yet the saint faced him calmly, unflinching.
"Let heretics feel mercy!" He declared with a sigh laden with compassion.
He flipped his hand, making his book vanish.
His feet shifted into a stance, one hand raised.
His frail form suddenly bulked with muscle, no longer a devout servant but a humanoid beast!
Seizing the moment Verethragna slowed, the saint's "merciful" fists slammed into the war god's handsome face!
Then, like eagle claws, his hands gripped Verethragna's head, his knee smashing the god's face into it!
Appearances deceive, indeed!
His bookish demeanor had been misleading, luring Verethragna in.
Such martial prowess meant even a direct fight wouldn't guarantee the war god's victory.
Caught off guard, Verethragna's head nearly shattered!
Who could imagine this frail, gentle saint striking with such… mercy?
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