07-30-2016, 10:02 AM
The sky was a fine thing to Michael's eyes. He didn't even mind the cold, not that it got to him. He wore his finely embroidered coat of black that hung like a robe.
"Good to smell fresh air again,"
Rykovi said in his Oxford accent. His smile was the same; a smile that said he alone knew a great secret. However, now it held a sharp edge. He knew what he could do now.
It was written in the eyes of all of his students. Even Monserre who had been a trained soldier before his ascendance had changed. His ego had been deflated and replaced with a deep respect for the weapon he held. He was one of Michael's greatest successes. The Frenchman nodded at him as their eyes met.
Instinctively, Michael's attention was drawn to Taichechski and Petrovic who stood together as usual. In their orange-lined black CCD uniforms they looked at the world around them as a master would look at a slave.
I should have killed them when I had the chance, he thought fleetingly as they met his eyes with defiance. His own face was kept cool and disinterested. They hated him for it.
"Come,"
was all he said as he turned from the group. They knew their places. The Ascendancy had commanded it, and it would be done.
All of them held the Ascendant Power. Michael held only a fraction of his own while he let the others decide for themselves. Some strained their limits; he knew which ones, but it was not his concern for the moment.
Michael set a steady striding pace towards the Red Square. His students followed in perfect unison five paces behind him.
As the group approached the Square, filled with the multitudes of Moscow Michael felt a dreaded thought flow through his entire being. His gaze was reserved for Nikolai alone as the group strode to the back of the crowd.
So this is what you feel...
In that moment he hated Nikolai Brandon more than anything in the world. He knew how the smug tyrant felt. He knew it in his bones. This is what Nikolai believed, and now it hung in Michael's mind more dangerous than the Ascendant Power itself.
He felt like a God.
"Good to smell fresh air again,"
Rykovi said in his Oxford accent. His smile was the same; a smile that said he alone knew a great secret. However, now it held a sharp edge. He knew what he could do now.
It was written in the eyes of all of his students. Even Monserre who had been a trained soldier before his ascendance had changed. His ego had been deflated and replaced with a deep respect for the weapon he held. He was one of Michael's greatest successes. The Frenchman nodded at him as their eyes met.
Instinctively, Michael's attention was drawn to Taichechski and Petrovic who stood together as usual. In their orange-lined black CCD uniforms they looked at the world around them as a master would look at a slave.
I should have killed them when I had the chance, he thought fleetingly as they met his eyes with defiance. His own face was kept cool and disinterested. They hated him for it.
"Come,"
was all he said as he turned from the group. They knew their places. The Ascendancy had commanded it, and it would be done.
All of them held the Ascendant Power. Michael held only a fraction of his own while he let the others decide for themselves. Some strained their limits; he knew which ones, but it was not his concern for the moment.
Michael set a steady striding pace towards the Red Square. His students followed in perfect unison five paces behind him.
As the group approached the Square, filled with the multitudes of Moscow Michael felt a dreaded thought flow through his entire being. His gaze was reserved for Nikolai alone as the group strode to the back of the crowd.
So this is what you feel...
In that moment he hated Nikolai Brandon more than anything in the world. He knew how the smug tyrant felt. He knew it in his bones. This is what Nikolai believed, and now it hung in Michael's mind more dangerous than the Ascendant Power itself.
He felt like a God.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."