09-08-2024, 06:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2024, 06:03 PM by Michael Vellas.)
Michael gazed down at the man from the scientist's observation room, having ordered them to clear out for the time being. A finger absently tapped along his forearm, his arms crossed under his chest, a small frown creasing his brow. He had departed from the Garden as soon as he had received Dr Weston's message and read the brief on his way. Enclosed within the shell of calm that came with the power he showed little signs of the unease that slithered across the surface of his thoughts.
He knew that he and people like him were not immune to death despite some fool beliefs that had somehow spread across the Dominions. He also placed no stock in stories that their power was a godlike gift. He did not know the truth of the matter, but he could not believe that he was some kind of God of Atharim myth and folly, and this man in front of him with almost lifeless eyes only strengthened that belief. It was another confirmation that these powers were some kind of natural phenomenon. One that could be taken away according to Dr Weston.
Paragon. Another company that Michael paid little attention to that had been studying the Sickness that came before the blossoming of power. Not only had they cured the Sickness, they had somehow removed the power entirely. The details had been suppressed almost completely and they seemed to cooperate, but it bore keeping an eye on. A problem for another day.
First, the man. Rafael Janssen. Michael had sent for the newest of the Rods of Dominion. The others were not informed for the moment and he had impressed upon the staff of the Facility to the fullest that the information be kept secret and he trusted Dr Watson to do so. However, he needed someone, and Bastian was his choice. He had forsaken the Atharim and proved himself in Africa. From all accounts he was not a man that was blinded by superstition. It was also a chance to gain his measure.
"Sir," a timid voice said piped up, and Michael tore his eyes away from the despondent man. "The Dominion has arrived."
Michael nodded. "Show him in, and remember, speak to no-one of this. It is a delicate matter."
The scientist fled from the room. First Rafael and Bastian, and then on to tell Nikolai Brandon that all of his Power could be taken away.
He knew that he and people like him were not immune to death despite some fool beliefs that had somehow spread across the Dominions. He also placed no stock in stories that their power was a godlike gift. He did not know the truth of the matter, but he could not believe that he was some kind of God of Atharim myth and folly, and this man in front of him with almost lifeless eyes only strengthened that belief. It was another confirmation that these powers were some kind of natural phenomenon. One that could be taken away according to Dr Weston.
Paragon. Another company that Michael paid little attention to that had been studying the Sickness that came before the blossoming of power. Not only had they cured the Sickness, they had somehow removed the power entirely. The details had been suppressed almost completely and they seemed to cooperate, but it bore keeping an eye on. A problem for another day.
First, the man. Rafael Janssen. Michael had sent for the newest of the Rods of Dominion. The others were not informed for the moment and he had impressed upon the staff of the Facility to the fullest that the information be kept secret and he trusted Dr Watson to do so. However, he needed someone, and Bastian was his choice. He had forsaken the Atharim and proved himself in Africa. From all accounts he was not a man that was blinded by superstition. It was also a chance to gain his measure.
"Sir," a timid voice said piped up, and Michael tore his eyes away from the despondent man. "The Dominion has arrived."
Michael nodded. "Show him in, and remember, speak to no-one of this. It is a delicate matter."
The scientist fled from the room. First Rafael and Bastian, and then on to tell Nikolai Brandon that all of his Power could be taken away.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."