07-09-2014, 06:58 PM
All that Nikolai said was obvious, true, but obvious nonetheless. The man seemed to have let down his guard somewhat, but Michael needed...more. It was a desire he could not fathom completely, but it was a desire as urgent as breathing.
To Nikolai's last comment, he answered honestly and simply. "Yes."
He paused to gather his thoughts, and was caught up in a whilrwind when they tumbled from his mouth. "I never liked war - not as it is today. I was a student of history, but my talents forced me into the military. I despise everything a soldier is and must become."
The bitterness in his voice was tangible, his cool barely remained.
"The world is changing, you of all people must have felt it. The Atharim say that the Gods of old are being reborn, people such as you and I. As the first of us, you have my respect, even loyalty. I dislike you and all those who betrayed the Τιτᾶνες but I will not let it end as it did with Ζεύς, Αἵδης and Ποσειδῶν who left the world in ruins."
He continued on, oblivious to the slip. "I have no desire to rule, nor the temperament for it. The Custody would fall apart with your death. Anyone stupid enough to think they can take power from you now would rule nothing but ashes. However, many of those with our abilities will try. It has already begun with al'Hasan."
His gaze never left Nikolai's. "The Atharim cannot have their way, and I will not create the monsters their stories speak of. For that, I need your trust."
Michael's eyes widened as he realised his control had slipped, his tone openly passionate and embittered. He wanted to grip the power and restore his calm, but was left with no other option but to hold his tongue and wait.
To Nikolai's last comment, he answered honestly and simply. "Yes."
He paused to gather his thoughts, and was caught up in a whilrwind when they tumbled from his mouth. "I never liked war - not as it is today. I was a student of history, but my talents forced me into the military. I despise everything a soldier is and must become."
The bitterness in his voice was tangible, his cool barely remained.
"The world is changing, you of all people must have felt it. The Atharim say that the Gods of old are being reborn, people such as you and I. As the first of us, you have my respect, even loyalty. I dislike you and all those who betrayed the Τιτᾶνες but I will not let it end as it did with Ζεύς, Αἵδης and Ποσειδῶν who left the world in ruins."
He continued on, oblivious to the slip. "I have no desire to rule, nor the temperament for it. The Custody would fall apart with your death. Anyone stupid enough to think they can take power from you now would rule nothing but ashes. However, many of those with our abilities will try. It has already begun with al'Hasan."
His gaze never left Nikolai's. "The Atharim cannot have their way, and I will not create the monsters their stories speak of. For that, I need your trust."
Michael's eyes widened as he realised his control had slipped, his tone openly passionate and embittered. He wanted to grip the power and restore his calm, but was left with no other option but to hold his tongue and wait.
"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."