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Prompt As the smoke coils around his face, his expression remains calm — too calm for the rising tension in the neon-lit alley. The glowing cross flickers once, then pulses violently. His skin begins to shift — not melt, but harden, shimmer. From the collarbone up, chrome begins to spread like a virus: polished metal jaw, metallic cheekbones, skin turning reflective and cold. The cigarette in his fingers sizzles and drops, ash swirling upward instead of down. His eyes snap open — steel-gray, inhuman. Thunder rumbles from within his chest, and for a moment, the entire alley vibrates. He exhales smoke one last time, now laced with electricity. The god inside has awakened, and he wears iron like skin. 
