06-24-2014, 10:50 AM
Apprised of the evening's proceedings two of the Ascendancy's attendants ushered him through the halls of the palace towards a side room they called the Chevalier's Guard.
Michael suffered their ministrations as he was dressed to Nikolai's specifications. He was decked out in formal military regalia. The orange, grey and black of the Custody was arraigned to be as dignified and Imperial as possible. It was perhaps the most expensive outfit he had worn. The military decoration pinned or sowed onto the finely embroidered jacket was likely worth more than the entire Undercity itself.
Thoughts of the Undercity led to the Atharim and their prey, souring his mood. "Are we ready?"
The first attendant -an older man with a critical eye and a faint frown of distaste - straightened his tie and brushed down god knows what he saw on the jacket. "Perfect, Mr. Vellas. Please proceed into the St. Andrew hall."
He gestured to the gilded door to the south. "Feel free to acquaint yourself with the guests before the Ascendancy arrives."
"Let's get this over with then."
St. Andrew's Hall was as ostentatious as he had expected, so too the people who stared at him with a hundred different emotions that were summarily dismissed with a sweeping gaze.
A waiter offered him a glass of sparkling champagne which he took but did not drink. For whatever reason, while he elicited excited murmurs none of the guests approached.
He waited with tempered patience along the western wall for Nikolai to being his show. As the room quieted and the luxurious doors swung open, Michael stood straighter and watched with keen interest. Tonight would be a night to be remembered and he did not want to miss one second of it.
Michael suffered their ministrations as he was dressed to Nikolai's specifications. He was decked out in formal military regalia. The orange, grey and black of the Custody was arraigned to be as dignified and Imperial as possible. It was perhaps the most expensive outfit he had worn. The military decoration pinned or sowed onto the finely embroidered jacket was likely worth more than the entire Undercity itself.
Thoughts of the Undercity led to the Atharim and their prey, souring his mood. "Are we ready?"
The first attendant -an older man with a critical eye and a faint frown of distaste - straightened his tie and brushed down god knows what he saw on the jacket. "Perfect, Mr. Vellas. Please proceed into the St. Andrew hall."
He gestured to the gilded door to the south. "Feel free to acquaint yourself with the guests before the Ascendancy arrives."
"Let's get this over with then."
St. Andrew's Hall was as ostentatious as he had expected, so too the people who stared at him with a hundred different emotions that were summarily dismissed with a sweeping gaze.
A waiter offered him a glass of sparkling champagne which he took but did not drink. For whatever reason, while he elicited excited murmurs none of the guests approached.
He waited with tempered patience along the western wall for Nikolai to being his show. As the room quieted and the luxurious doors swung open, Michael stood straighter and watched with keen interest. Tonight would be a night to be remembered and he did not want to miss one second of it.
"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."