08-08-2014, 03:52 PM
A flicker of recognition crossed Enzo's steeled gaze as he greeted the priest. He recalled Firas' presence during the rites - cool and collected, watchful from the side. The shade of his robes had been black as a charred blade, as they were now.
"A please to see you again, Father."
Enzo's response was as quiet as Firas, as though the rooms they inhabited were too reverent to disturb the quietude by idle chatter.
Which left him alone with the Regus. The man was the Atharim incarnate, and Enzo lowered his gaze before that of his renown leader. "Regus, it is my honor to stand in your presence once more."
Enzo was sincere. Armande Nicodemus was truly a great man. His knowledge alone was awe-inspiring, but he was also a force of execution so sharp that to dwell on the danger could send a man to tremble.
He was led to sit, which Enzo did without hesitation. "Thank you for the condolances, Regus. You knew him far longer than I had. You would know he died fulfilling his life's work."
Enzo looked down.
Heart pounding, Enzo slid to his knees at the side of his mentor. He gripped the older man's hands as they clutched at his wounded chest and knelt close.
"Corrado," he'd uttered in disbelief. Corrado's gaze was clear, if pained, as it sought Enzo.
But their parting words shot white-hot fury through his body.
"Avenge them, Enzo. With every kill, avenge them."
"
Oui, monsieur,"
Enzo replied, jaw tense. He squeezed his mentor's hands one last time and kissed him gently on the forehead as he died.
Then he grabbed his shotgun and left.
And after the memory passed, he once more looked to the Regus.
"What may I do for you, Monsieur Regus?"
"A please to see you again, Father."
Enzo's response was as quiet as Firas, as though the rooms they inhabited were too reverent to disturb the quietude by idle chatter.
Which left him alone with the Regus. The man was the Atharim incarnate, and Enzo lowered his gaze before that of his renown leader. "Regus, it is my honor to stand in your presence once more."
Enzo was sincere. Armande Nicodemus was truly a great man. His knowledge alone was awe-inspiring, but he was also a force of execution so sharp that to dwell on the danger could send a man to tremble.
He was led to sit, which Enzo did without hesitation. "Thank you for the condolances, Regus. You knew him far longer than I had. You would know he died fulfilling his life's work."
Enzo looked down.
Heart pounding, Enzo slid to his knees at the side of his mentor. He gripped the older man's hands as they clutched at his wounded chest and knelt close.
"Corrado," he'd uttered in disbelief. Corrado's gaze was clear, if pained, as it sought Enzo.
But their parting words shot white-hot fury through his body.
"Avenge them, Enzo. With every kill, avenge them."
"
Oui, monsieur,"
Enzo replied, jaw tense. He squeezed his mentor's hands one last time and kissed him gently on the forehead as he died.
Then he grabbed his shotgun and left.
And after the memory passed, he once more looked to the Regus.
"What may I do for you, Monsieur Regus?"