02-02-2024, 11:44 AM
There was a press conference. It was a public venue. A gun shot to the head would be bad -- a heart attack if done well could work. That was his plan. Watching that Atharim die was painful, but it was a good attempt to hide the cause of death in plain sight.
And that would have been great, probably worked like a champ if the target hadn't felt the power when Nox seized it. If the target hadn't swatted away the weaves before they even got close.
What made it worse was Nox had to make an escape in a city he didn't know. There were cameras everywhere. Literally everywhere.
And Sage wasn't available at a drop of a hat. But Nox managed to get away from anyone pursuing him. Thankfully it hadn't been the cops only some lowly security personnel hired by the godling. No one got a good look at him. He hoped. But this was a fuck up he didn't want to deal with again. He still needed to bring the guy down, if only he couldn't see what he was doing. There had to be a way.
Nox found himself at the bar below the safe house. Hayden offered him a single glass of wine and brought out food while Nox brooded over his thoughts. The bartender didn't bother him. Just brought him water with lemon after the first drink and offered Nox a gentle touch when his hand brushed across Nox's.
He said nothing at closing time as he took Nox's hand and lead him upstairs. Nox was lost in his head. Thinking about how best to hide his weaves thinking about his sister and how she'd handle it with science -- there had to be a trick with the way you handled the power. How would it be an effective fighting implement in the god wars if the other gods saw what was coming at them. It'd be just as simple to snuff out the wielder as it was the weave itself. There had to be a way.
Hayden didn't say anything that night. And they didn't have sex, but Hayden didn't seem to mind as he tucked Nox in and laid down beside him. Nox had to give Hayden credit. He was good at his job. He'd probably make a great therapist too. But bartender had a few extra benefits to it -- one it wasn't frowned upon sleeping with your clients.
And that would have been great, probably worked like a champ if the target hadn't felt the power when Nox seized it. If the target hadn't swatted away the weaves before they even got close.
What made it worse was Nox had to make an escape in a city he didn't know. There were cameras everywhere. Literally everywhere.
And Sage wasn't available at a drop of a hat. But Nox managed to get away from anyone pursuing him. Thankfully it hadn't been the cops only some lowly security personnel hired by the godling. No one got a good look at him. He hoped. But this was a fuck up he didn't want to deal with again. He still needed to bring the guy down, if only he couldn't see what he was doing. There had to be a way.
Nox found himself at the bar below the safe house. Hayden offered him a single glass of wine and brought out food while Nox brooded over his thoughts. The bartender didn't bother him. Just brought him water with lemon after the first drink and offered Nox a gentle touch when his hand brushed across Nox's.
He said nothing at closing time as he took Nox's hand and lead him upstairs. Nox was lost in his head. Thinking about how best to hide his weaves thinking about his sister and how she'd handle it with science -- there had to be a trick with the way you handled the power. How would it be an effective fighting implement in the god wars if the other gods saw what was coming at them. It'd be just as simple to snuff out the wielder as it was the weave itself. There had to be a way.
Hayden didn't say anything that night. And they didn't have sex, but Hayden didn't seem to mind as he tucked Nox in and laid down beside him. Nox had to give Hayden credit. He was good at his job. He'd probably make a great therapist too. But bartender had a few extra benefits to it -- one it wasn't frowned upon sleeping with your clients.
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