05-16-2016, 11:24 AM
Armande saw the recognition and then defiance in Kent's eyes. Like a worm in the pit of his stomach, he felt the familiar anticipation of the hunt. A ghost of a smile nearly crossed his lips.
He put his coffee to his lips and sipped at it and then allowed himself to break off contact. They were alerted now. Perhaps it had been foolish, but that was alright. It had been a long time since he'd been on a real hunt, with real prey, one that could fight back. There was nothing satisfying about putting down a delirious sick boy.
But this woman, this reborn god, had killed Atharim, according to the report. That made all the difference, changed it from being a duty to a joy. He would enjoy this. He felt a connection with the original Atharii of old, those heroic men and women of long ago who had fought against fully powered gods, bought humanity's freedom with their own blood. Brave Paris killing the monster Achilles. Humans fighting gods, defiantly spitting in their eyes even as they died and woke from the dream.
He would track this abomination and would kill her- and the traitor who sat next to her and would knowingly unleash her spawn into the world! That anticipation grew in response to the churning he felt. But not here, not at this moment. The Atharim arsenal was at his disposal. He knew what weapons he wanted to take with him.
He put his coffee to his lips and sipped at it and then allowed himself to break off contact. They were alerted now. Perhaps it had been foolish, but that was alright. It had been a long time since he'd been on a real hunt, with real prey, one that could fight back. There was nothing satisfying about putting down a delirious sick boy.
But this woman, this reborn god, had killed Atharim, according to the report. That made all the difference, changed it from being a duty to a joy. He would enjoy this. He felt a connection with the original Atharii of old, those heroic men and women of long ago who had fought against fully powered gods, bought humanity's freedom with their own blood. Brave Paris killing the monster Achilles. Humans fighting gods, defiantly spitting in their eyes even as they died and woke from the dream.
He would track this abomination and would kill her- and the traitor who sat next to her and would knowingly unleash her spawn into the world! That anticipation grew in response to the churning he felt. But not here, not at this moment. The Atharim arsenal was at his disposal. He knew what weapons he wanted to take with him.