09-15-2013, 09:47 AM
Michael listened closely to all she said. She looked up for a reaction to being branded a monster, and it did raise some ire, but for the most part he did not care what they thought of him.
The rest of the explanation was interesting, if not exactly enlightening. It was what he had expected, the name - Atharim, he would have to search for the word later - gave him nothing, and their purpose was not exactly a mystery.
However, he wasn't ungrateful. No doubt she was under strict orders to keep the organization's secrets, and he was the last person they her to chat to, if their goal was to hunt people like him.
The lack of information regarding his powers was both a disappointment and a relief. On the one hand, he was no closer to understanding what exactly was happening, but on the other, neither were they.
He did gain some useful information. These Atharim hunted down 'Gods'? He had not heard of a war between Gods and mortals in the tomes of history, but the ancient stories took on a new meaning. Could he perhaps learn something from mythology? It was a long shot, but he would take anything he could get.
Thoughts of later research aside, her words hit home in a more direct manner. These Atharim; they hunted people like him as if they were monsters. His latent rage flared anew at the thought. He mercilessly thwarted the slivers of doubt that coiled around his heart. He had brought them down on him...
"So you hunt us because of stories that are thousands of years old?"
he demanded in a dangerously quiet voice. He would not succumb to anger, not yet. "Yet you have no idea what we do, or how?"
He let the question linger for a moment before continuing, eyes intent. "Tell me. Tell me everything."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Sep 15 2013, 09:47 AM.
The rest of the explanation was interesting, if not exactly enlightening. It was what he had expected, the name - Atharim, he would have to search for the word later - gave him nothing, and their purpose was not exactly a mystery.
However, he wasn't ungrateful. No doubt she was under strict orders to keep the organization's secrets, and he was the last person they her to chat to, if their goal was to hunt people like him.
The lack of information regarding his powers was both a disappointment and a relief. On the one hand, he was no closer to understanding what exactly was happening, but on the other, neither were they.
He did gain some useful information. These Atharim hunted down 'Gods'? He had not heard of a war between Gods and mortals in the tomes of history, but the ancient stories took on a new meaning. Could he perhaps learn something from mythology? It was a long shot, but he would take anything he could get.
Thoughts of later research aside, her words hit home in a more direct manner. These Atharim; they hunted people like him as if they were monsters. His latent rage flared anew at the thought. He mercilessly thwarted the slivers of doubt that coiled around his heart. He had brought them down on him...
"So you hunt us because of stories that are thousands of years old?"
he demanded in a dangerously quiet voice. He would not succumb to anger, not yet. "Yet you have no idea what we do, or how?"
He let the question linger for a moment before continuing, eyes intent. "Tell me. Tell me everything."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Sep 15 2013, 09:47 AM.
"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."