Stolen Gifts

[Nox]

Darkness crept in from the corners. The lights dimmed. The sunlight from the windows faded until they were covered in nothing but the darkness. He could only see the man sitting before him. The power he wielded lost, though Nox was saddened he missed the sight of the weaves. But where there should be fear there was nothing. He knew this was how it would end. Knew that if he came here, told the Ascendancy he was not a god, he would likely die at the man's hands. How he had managed to get away unscathed in the past he wasn't sure, but he'd made himself useful at least.

And now that usefullness was gone. But that wasn't what the Ascendancy tested his fear for. It was the loss of his godhood. He could see it in his eyes. That fear. And a slight bit of anger in it.

"Any means of defending myself was left at home. No gun. No knife and the power is not within reach. If you feel the need to end it. By all means get on with it. I always excepted it would be you to end my life." Nox spoke softly through the pain. He felt that, the tiny sliver of whatever weave was wrapped around his neck. Nox gribbed the chair arms trying to hold still and ease the pain of the razor sharp thread. He'd used similar tricks before, he knew how it worked.

The words came out without fear, without emotions. No songs played in his ear. "But if you let me go, I can tell you what I know of how it happened. And share the data we've collected."