The machine looked on the strange avatar, suppressing a involuntary shudder.  Emotion was not something known to the machine, but this creature’s aura of fear seemed to claw at her very circuitry.  The sudden onset of fleshly feelings caused Elohim’s body, to tilt forward concealing herself from the cthonic entity.  Mechanical limbs twitched, as her programing went into overdrive, dampening the sudden welling up of terror that had shot through her senses.  The ‘malfunction’ lasted only an instant but it was an image of true torment to her.<br/><br/>“If I had known this was my master’s wish, I would not have argued.”  She said rather flatly.  Her blue eyes once more looked at Damian.  “I would request next time that you state upfront that you are carrying the Dark Ones message.”<br/><br/>Her gaze moved to the Harbinger, though the machine never looked directly upon it not wishing to experience the illogical surge of emotion once more. “Please Forgive my insolence, I am the Dark God’s weapon . . .   Nothing more, nothing less.”<br/><br/>The mechanical maiden then listened to Damian’s plan, her doll like features never changing as she looked upon him.<br/><br/>“Since this is your plan Damain, what are your thoughts on our deployment?”