01-31-2023, 03:35 AM
The world seemed to darken for an instant as the streetlights fell out of existence. Meera blinked. The light from her Wallet gave forth its unnatural haze as she tapped away once more, letting the minor irritation pass. The gasps from the surrounding bodies made her blood quicken. It was so fascinating, a mortal’s gasp – from pleasure or pain it always sounded the same.
That would have been the best moment to make an entrance into the club, if not for the pair standing at the heart of the throng. Meera had to wait and watch for any ‘quirk’ that might spawn around either of the presumed false idols. They had not been the only subjects of interest, of course. Her list tonight was exhaustive, if not an informative one. She had been surprised at the thoroughness of the watching eyes – and now it fell to her to bear witness to their accusations.
With a sharp gesture from Meera, Hercules wove his way through the crowd and brought her to rest at the edge of the mass. The male subjects were not but a few meters from her now and she possessed the best seat in the house. A younger male accompanied one of the subjects. The lover, according to the file. Such a pity – the youths of the world being seduced by such degradation and blaspheme. Meera let her eyes lose track of him, he was of no importance.
Cameras and Wallets flashed away around her, aimed straight for the scum that lay before her. She discreetly snapped a few pictures of her own, amidst the flurry. The Light of God never showed through on film – digital or physical – but her instructions had been clear. The Atharim needed verification that she had been in attendance.
Meera did not expect much from these two. She could not see the Light as of yet, and even so, she could never see the Light coming from the male half of the sinners. Once she found a few of the females on her list, things would prove to be more interesting.
That would have been the best moment to make an entrance into the club, if not for the pair standing at the heart of the throng. Meera had to wait and watch for any ‘quirk’ that might spawn around either of the presumed false idols. They had not been the only subjects of interest, of course. Her list tonight was exhaustive, if not an informative one. She had been surprised at the thoroughness of the watching eyes – and now it fell to her to bear witness to their accusations.
With a sharp gesture from Meera, Hercules wove his way through the crowd and brought her to rest at the edge of the mass. The male subjects were not but a few meters from her now and she possessed the best seat in the house. A younger male accompanied one of the subjects. The lover, according to the file. Such a pity – the youths of the world being seduced by such degradation and blaspheme. Meera let her eyes lose track of him, he was of no importance.
Cameras and Wallets flashed away around her, aimed straight for the scum that lay before her. She discreetly snapped a few pictures of her own, amidst the flurry. The Light of God never showed through on film – digital or physical – but her instructions had been clear. The Atharim needed verification that she had been in attendance.
Meera did not expect much from these two. She could not see the Light as of yet, and even so, she could never see the Light coming from the male half of the sinners. Once she found a few of the females on her list, things would prove to be more interesting.
"She had tortured hundreds, maybe thousands, in the name of understanding and reason. Torture made sense. You truly saw what a person was made of, in more ways than one, when you began to slice into them. That was a phrase she'd used on numerous occasions. It usually made her smile."
- The Wheel of Time, The Gathering Storm, Chapter 22, Robert Jordan