02-15-2023, 02:22 AM
Meera signaled Hercules to move her into the club as Jaxen Marveet passed through it’s threshold. A few discreet gasps could be heard in her wake as the man did little to avoid running over various feet. It was the smallest concession afforded her. The bouncer had taken his sweet time in letting them through. Meera affected not to notice their hard stare, letting a gulf of silence stretch out before he finally let them go.
The room had filled up quickly, but Hercules had taken her to a small, empty table near the center of the room. She waived the waitress away. Although a glass of red wine sounded like a gift from God, it would only cloud her thoughts and her judgement – not to mention any hope she had at maintaining God’s Light behind her shoulder.
She consulted her Wallet as the zombies around her found their seat and quieted for the show to begin. The Light proved to enhance her hearing, and so she part of her mind linger on the various conversations that had been taking place around her. It would only take a few key words to draw her attention to the right people.
None did.
Meera looked up to the stage as the conversations were replaced with cheers. Her lip quivered, but she fought the sneer. Nox. Oh, she had known it was his show tonight, but it was always another thing entirely to actually see another one of those demons. It was a true pity she had not been sent to execute. A few twists of God’s Light and some well-placed bullets would have been enough to take the two of them down. In time. She would be the one to do it. Two more sacrifices for God’s glory. Two more to quiet her own ravenous hunger.
A smile did then spread upon her lips as the demon spoke of the Atharim by name. Murmurs and telling gasps sounded from the near by tables. The man had all but drawn a spot light down on to her. No doubt he had a security detail monitoring the building remotely. He would have been a fool not to. No matter. It was clear her cover had been blown – not that she had gone incognito. Still, it was refreshing to see that her reputation preceded her.
Her smile faltered as the implications crashed home, however. The man had just made her job for the night that much more difficult. Would there be any more daring individuals amongst them? Would there be another Jaxen Marveet for her to confirm and consign to death? Surely some of the stage dancers that had made it to her list?
Surely.
The room had filled up quickly, but Hercules had taken her to a small, empty table near the center of the room. She waived the waitress away. Although a glass of red wine sounded like a gift from God, it would only cloud her thoughts and her judgement – not to mention any hope she had at maintaining God’s Light behind her shoulder.
She consulted her Wallet as the zombies around her found their seat and quieted for the show to begin. The Light proved to enhance her hearing, and so she part of her mind linger on the various conversations that had been taking place around her. It would only take a few key words to draw her attention to the right people.
None did.
Meera looked up to the stage as the conversations were replaced with cheers. Her lip quivered, but she fought the sneer. Nox. Oh, she had known it was his show tonight, but it was always another thing entirely to actually see another one of those demons. It was a true pity she had not been sent to execute. A few twists of God’s Light and some well-placed bullets would have been enough to take the two of them down. In time. She would be the one to do it. Two more sacrifices for God’s glory. Two more to quiet her own ravenous hunger.
A smile did then spread upon her lips as the demon spoke of the Atharim by name. Murmurs and telling gasps sounded from the near by tables. The man had all but drawn a spot light down on to her. No doubt he had a security detail monitoring the building remotely. He would have been a fool not to. No matter. It was clear her cover had been blown – not that she had gone incognito. Still, it was refreshing to see that her reputation preceded her.
Her smile faltered as the implications crashed home, however. The man had just made her job for the night that much more difficult. Would there be any more daring individuals amongst them? Would there be another Jaxen Marveet for her to confirm and consign to death? Surely some of the stage dancers that had made it to her list?
Surely.
"She had tortured hundreds, maybe thousands, in the name of understanding and reason. Torture made sense. You truly saw what a person was made of, in more ways than one, when you began to slice into them. That was a phrase she'd used on numerous occasions. It usually made her smile."
- The Wheel of Time, The Gathering Storm, Chapter 22, Robert Jordan