Which is More Dangerous

[Nox]

The fact that Dane answered the way he did about his own story made Nox wonder what had happened to him. Something triggered him - something triggers everyone. Whether it was innocent or horrible - something always triggered their first event and fear was a great trigger. Nox had to wonder what made Dane tick.

Nox was glad Dane decided to let Aria find him. But he did add. "She doesn't live there anymore. I don't know where we are living at present."
He would have to stop by Aria's to change the locks for Asha. It would not be good for Dane to visit Asha. No that would be very bad. Very very very bad.

The tell-tale sign of a man wielding the power threatened Nox and Dane. It could only be one of them as Dane had answered he already knew what Nox did for a living. He could hardly stop the smile the spread across his lips as Dane recalled their prior conversation. It seemed to be something the both remembered. Though Nox was certain he hadn't said just no. He gave examples of how he could end his life if he had chosen to do so - none of which appealed to Nox - he liked breathing.

Instead Nox chose to highlight another feature of their power. "You are afraid of me now. Fear is how you grasp your power. Handy when you are afraid, but not so much when you aren't in a life threatening position."


Nox sighed when the smell started to grow thick in the tunnel. He was glad fresh air was in sight but he leaned back against the tunnel wall and smiled at Cain. "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have waited till we got to the surface. I could have let Dane use your body as a toy. I'm sure he'd love to have you. I am Atharim. I am a reborn god. You are and Dane is. My sister was and nearly everyone I've met since coming to Moscow has been except Aria. I have killed none of our kind. I do not intend to. So either drop the power and we discuss this like adults, or you can try me."
To prove that he was still dangerous Nox pulled his power into him. He felt whole again. He felt the power coursing through his veins trying to overpower him. The pain in his arm was amplified, the tiredness in his bones was strengthened. He could fight for a short while, but it wasn't worth the pain or the struggle. Nox picked up a broken bottle as he dropped the power. There were things he could still do in a weakened state with his power. Glass powder and pebbles were awesome weapons if you used them right.

Nox's wallet buzzed again in his pocket. He didn't look at it - there were more important and more dangerous things to consider. "I think we all need a drink."