The grand ball

[Nox]

Nox relaxed a little at the admisssion though everyone cared, even if he said he didn't. And any man here was a threat to him, he may not want to hurt him now, but the moment they found out who and what he was Nox knew that those feelings might change. He was a god. He was Atharim. He was a traitor too. All for what, because he was a boy who could channel.

Nox sighed at his inner thoughts. He had to stop going all retrospective in between things. The man didn't ever introduce himself but he had come for some reason which Nox never got to find out. There was a scream and every ounce of Nox's paranoia sprang into focus and he had his gift in grasp and readied a fireball long before he remembered that he was in the fucking Kremlin and let the weave go.

Something a little more subtle than a fireball, he thought to himself. Nox wished for his tiny containers right then, a little glitter would have gotten through security, not that they'd know how fucking deadly it was if someone breathed it in. Or the baby powder. Chocking sucked. But he had none of that. He had nothing but his gift.

Nox instinctively stepped in front of the man who wasn't there to threaten him. Innocence was not weighed based on the size of your bank account. Innocence was any human life even a puffed up peacock.