05-04-2020, 01:15 AM
If it wasn’t for the serious undertone lurking behind Nox’s insinuations, Nikolai might have chuckled for the intrigue hinted. Instead, he simply nodded slowly. After Nox sat down, Nikolai joined him, but he avoided the corporate arrangement of involving desks. There were sofas for this very purpose. The opulence of the Tsars once decorated these walls, but the magnificence was duly stripped by the communist regime that followed. A hundred years later, a blend of both emerged in the place that Nikolai worked many days. His personal preferences were strong, but in the end, these workplaces were about image. Only in the depths of his personal sanctuary was his style perfected.
The couch upon which he sat was comfortable, but cut with a modern, albeit expensive design. He lounged comfortably, legs crossed and arm draped along the cushions: a king content in the state of his present kingdom.
“As the man you reference is himself quite dead, let’s hear your tale. Being a god is futile if there are no people to worship you,” he said.
A hint of humor was implied, off-setting whether or not he was serious. Knowing Nikolai, though, he had no intention of undermining the authority of his empire now. Not while the trajectory of its might was finally growing again.
The couch upon which he sat was comfortable, but cut with a modern, albeit expensive design. He lounged comfortably, legs crossed and arm draped along the cushions: a king content in the state of his present kingdom.
“As the man you reference is himself quite dead, let’s hear your tale. Being a god is futile if there are no people to worship you,” he said.
A hint of humor was implied, off-setting whether or not he was serious. Knowing Nikolai, though, he had no intention of undermining the authority of his empire now. Not while the trajectory of its might was finally growing again.