01-09-2015, 11:50 AM
A man made an angel. Martin liked that, but the only outward reflection of his inner self nearly jumping with joy as if it were a child was the slight curve at the edges of his mouth. But inside he was grinning madly. To hunt Gods! His only prey - the highest prey, the one the Atharim were created to defeat oh so long ago. To lead one of these crusades. Martin steppled his fingers in front of his face as in thought. He already knew the answer, but it was all about the image.
Martin relaxed back in his chair and crossed his legs casually. The prior fear had been abated, and now re-found joy had been found. "Now that is something worthy of my time."
Martin let his smile show behind his steepled fingers. "I will accept."
The next few moments Martin gave the Regus his recommendation for his replacement. The man had been his second in command for years. Martin trusted him explicitly. All the while, Martin's exuberance was pushing at the seams to burst out of his body like a bottle full of confetti. To kill Gods! The thought was almost as good as a good round of sex.
Martin relaxed back in his chair and crossed his legs casually. The prior fear had been abated, and now re-found joy had been found. "Now that is something worthy of my time."
Martin let his smile show behind his steepled fingers. "I will accept."
The next few moments Martin gave the Regus his recommendation for his replacement. The man had been his second in command for years. Martin trusted him explicitly. All the while, Martin's exuberance was pushing at the seams to burst out of his body like a bottle full of confetti. To kill Gods! The thought was almost as good as a good round of sex.