06-22-2016, 07:54 AM
((Any Atharim is welcome to pop in. Regus and the Archangels probably need to make an appearance and Aria will be.))
Martin was going over reports in his office when his wallet buzzed with a new alert. He gave a silent sigh as he set down the paper and picked up the electronic device and flipped the screen to the alert. His eyes went wide as he watched the declaration of Apolyon. He should be dead, was the only thought running through his head.
And the minute the word Atharim slipped from the man's power-filled mouth Martin was sending an urgent text to the god-forsaken little whelp of a girl who was supposed to be killing the greatest power in the world. He smirked at the thought of her taking on Ascendancy himself. It was something he dreamed of nightly. Watching her boil and burn like the monster that she was only to die so he could use her to gain intel. Yes, that was his plan.
The text was simple Here! Now!
He didn't expect her to show up immediately. Martin had plenty of time to wait for the whelp and think about what he was going to say to her. He had a mission to plan, the paperwork on his desk was all but forgotten. He needed to decide the best course of action after sending the girl to her death.
Martin walked out of his office towards the armory. We have to have something that can do the job.
Martin was going over reports in his office when his wallet buzzed with a new alert. He gave a silent sigh as he set down the paper and picked up the electronic device and flipped the screen to the alert. His eyes went wide as he watched the declaration of Apolyon. He should be dead, was the only thought running through his head.
And the minute the word Atharim slipped from the man's power-filled mouth Martin was sending an urgent text to the god-forsaken little whelp of a girl who was supposed to be killing the greatest power in the world. He smirked at the thought of her taking on Ascendancy himself. It was something he dreamed of nightly. Watching her boil and burn like the monster that she was only to die so he could use her to gain intel. Yes, that was his plan.
The text was simple Here! Now!
He didn't expect her to show up immediately. Martin had plenty of time to wait for the whelp and think about what he was going to say to her. He had a mission to plan, the paperwork on his desk was all but forgotten. He needed to decide the best course of action after sending the girl to her death.
Martin walked out of his office towards the armory. We have to have something that can do the job.