01-30-2015, 10:23 AM
Fear slide around inside like the slippery snake that it was. Aria's calming affect only showed outwardly, he was surprised no one could see the fear in his eyes. Nox knew he was only so good at hiding behind his smile and humor. And this was a matter of his life.
A new order formed to do nothing but hunt the reborn gods, to hunt him and others like him. Fear was a powerful motivator. And despite is abject terror at needles he would don the thing the was dreading most about the whole initiation process - with the serpent on his skin he would hide in plain sight. Hide what he was because it was near unfathomable for anyone to join such an organization knowing that even a hint at what he was could be his life.
Aria sat still in the chair even after they had been clearly dismissed. Nox watched the crowd walk past them. A man in the black robe, the one who had with a wave of his hand brought Father Stone out to greet his death, he walked towards them, he could be leaving but Nox could see the glint of his eyes, they never left them. Nox smiled, but that man was dangerous.
His voice spoke softly but the command in it was powerful. Nox's heart sank. Aria stood up like a puppet on strings. She was too used to being used by the Atharim. She patted his hand and told him it would be okay. It was not reassuring, she followed him out the door and Nox sat back down in the folding chair and put his hung his head in his hands. What then hell was about to happen? And there was nothing he could do about it. Not a single damned thing.
A new order formed to do nothing but hunt the reborn gods, to hunt him and others like him. Fear was a powerful motivator. And despite is abject terror at needles he would don the thing the was dreading most about the whole initiation process - with the serpent on his skin he would hide in plain sight. Hide what he was because it was near unfathomable for anyone to join such an organization knowing that even a hint at what he was could be his life.
Aria sat still in the chair even after they had been clearly dismissed. Nox watched the crowd walk past them. A man in the black robe, the one who had with a wave of his hand brought Father Stone out to greet his death, he walked towards them, he could be leaving but Nox could see the glint of his eyes, they never left them. Nox smiled, but that man was dangerous.
His voice spoke softly but the command in it was powerful. Nox's heart sank. Aria stood up like a puppet on strings. She was too used to being used by the Atharim. She patted his hand and told him it would be okay. It was not reassuring, she followed him out the door and Nox sat back down in the folding chair and put his hung his head in his hands. What then hell was about to happen? And there was nothing he could do about it. Not a single damned thing.
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