12-28-2017, 08:31 AM
Aria hated the power of the gods. Hated that it was more powerful than any Atharim. She hated the Atharim that they killed them instead of used them. They used Furia. They controlled their lives with the threat of death. Furia weren't dangerous. Just different. But death was as much a threat for anyone. Nox was useful. He'd saved her time and time again. And she him.
Her wallet flung from her hands and smashed against the wall but the beacon had been sent. Nox would come to the location. He was faithful. He was loyal to a fault.
And then the power scooped her up and she was at the things mercy. Like the Butcher had been. Aria felt the squeezing pain. But it was nothing compared to the weight she always bore. She wouldn't scream. The pain was nothing. And death would only be a mercy. Aria had long since passed the moment of carrying whether she lived or died. She was living on borrowed time. If only he'd come closer...
Her wallet flung from her hands and smashed against the wall but the beacon had been sent. Nox would come to the location. He was faithful. He was loyal to a fault.
And then the power scooped her up and she was at the things mercy. Like the Butcher had been. Aria felt the squeezing pain. But it was nothing compared to the weight she always bore. She wouldn't scream. The pain was nothing. And death would only be a mercy. Aria had long since passed the moment of carrying whether she lived or died. She was living on borrowed time. If only he'd come closer...