Night of Nyx (The Nightfall Chronicles 2.5) by Karpov Kinrade Page B
Authors: Karpov Kinrade
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out to Dr. Cane Denin, an expert in Nephilim history—”
The young waitress changes the channel to a commercial and grins. She returns with a dark bottle and a shot glass. She sets both on the table in front of Zorin. The bottle has no label and is covered in dust. Zorin looks up at her. "Dare I ask?"
She smiles. "It's a special brew. I made it myself. It'll give you what you're looking for."
"And what am I looking for?"
She tilts her head, her eyes losing focus as her small pale hand falls over his. "Redemption. But you'll settle for forgetting. " She pulls her hand away and looks around, her eyes darting and her breathing coming faster. "I'm sorry," she says. "I was just teasing. Enjoy your drink."
When she leaves, the commercial ends, the video changes to a live showing of Nox Aeterna , the latest Broadway hit. A live retelling of how the War between Nephilim and Humans ended.
In the center of the screen, mist rises to fill an empty stage as a haunting melody in a minor chord fills the auditorium. The mist dissipates to reveal a throne carved from dark stone, floating in the air. A woman sits upon it wearing a crown of yellow and white gold, large wings glowing behind her. The Twilight Queen.
To her left and right two men hover in the air with their own golden wings. Their golden armor shines under the lights of the stage.
Zorin's back itches as he watches, his own wings anxious to come out, to feel the wind and freedom of flying. Too long trapped. Too long buried.
Below the queen, the stage moves soundlessly as three old men and a woman approach the throne.
"Who approaches the Twilight Queen?" asks one of the guards.
One of the men in the group steps forward. "Varian of the Knights Templar."
That looks nothing like Varian , Zorin thinks, opening the mystery bottle and pouring himself a shot.
Another speaks. "Titus of the Teutonic Knights."
The third man addresses the Queen. "Victus of the Inquisition."
And finally the woman speaks. "Marian of Knights Hospitaller."
Varian continues speaking. "Our alliance grows frail, Queen Seraphina. There have been men turned against their will. Babes stolen to be nothing more than food. You must uphold your oaths."
The Queen speaks from her floating throne. "I have punished those who have transgressed, and new policies are being put in place, so that this does not occur again."
Varian bows his head a fraction. "Then our alliance holds."
"Our alliance holds," the Queen agrees.
The stage grows darker and thunder claps overhead as a voice off stage calls out, "No!"
Mist forms around the stage, and lightning flashes through the auditorium. A man flies above the audience, emerging from the mist, his wings glowing darkly. He wears a white mask.
Nyx, the leader of the Nephilim during the war.
Zorin swallows the shot, feeling it burn down his throat. He pours another drink. And another.
As Nyx flies overhead, audience members cry out, shrinking from the sight of him.
"You have been deceived," he says to the representatives of the Four Orders. "There will be no alliance."
Seraphina rises from her throne, her body floating in the air above them. "Be silent."
Nyx does not back down. "No. Too long have we tempered ourselves. Too long have we allowed a lesser race to rule."
Seraphina's guards charge forward, but Nyx disarms them instantly with a sword black as night. He moves for the Four Knights as other Nephilim, clocked in black, join him from around the auditorium, flying over the audience like avenging dark angels to surround the Knights and the Queen.
"Now," Nyx says, holding his sword high and hovering above the slain bodies of the guards, "It's our turn." The stage roars with thunder, and lightning rips through the darkness.
The audience cheers.
Zorin takes another drink.
He half-watches, shuffling a silver coin across his knuckles. The show continues for hours.
Nyx overthrows the Queen, but Varian escapes. Battles blaze
The young waitress changes the channel to a commercial and grins. She returns with a dark bottle and a shot glass. She sets both on the table in front of Zorin. The bottle has no label and is covered in dust. Zorin looks up at her. "Dare I ask?"
She smiles. "It's a special brew. I made it myself. It'll give you what you're looking for."
"And what am I looking for?"
She tilts her head, her eyes losing focus as her small pale hand falls over his. "Redemption. But you'll settle for forgetting. " She pulls her hand away and looks around, her eyes darting and her breathing coming faster. "I'm sorry," she says. "I was just teasing. Enjoy your drink."
When she leaves, the commercial ends, the video changes to a live showing of Nox Aeterna , the latest Broadway hit. A live retelling of how the War between Nephilim and Humans ended.
In the center of the screen, mist rises to fill an empty stage as a haunting melody in a minor chord fills the auditorium. The mist dissipates to reveal a throne carved from dark stone, floating in the air. A woman sits upon it wearing a crown of yellow and white gold, large wings glowing behind her. The Twilight Queen.
To her left and right two men hover in the air with their own golden wings. Their golden armor shines under the lights of the stage.
Zorin's back itches as he watches, his own wings anxious to come out, to feel the wind and freedom of flying. Too long trapped. Too long buried.
Below the queen, the stage moves soundlessly as three old men and a woman approach the throne.
"Who approaches the Twilight Queen?" asks one of the guards.
One of the men in the group steps forward. "Varian of the Knights Templar."
That looks nothing like Varian , Zorin thinks, opening the mystery bottle and pouring himself a shot.
Another speaks. "Titus of the Teutonic Knights."
The third man addresses the Queen. "Victus of the Inquisition."
And finally the woman speaks. "Marian of Knights Hospitaller."
Varian continues speaking. "Our alliance grows frail, Queen Seraphina. There have been men turned against their will. Babes stolen to be nothing more than food. You must uphold your oaths."
The Queen speaks from her floating throne. "I have punished those who have transgressed, and new policies are being put in place, so that this does not occur again."
Varian bows his head a fraction. "Then our alliance holds."
"Our alliance holds," the Queen agrees.
The stage grows darker and thunder claps overhead as a voice off stage calls out, "No!"
Mist forms around the stage, and lightning flashes through the auditorium. A man flies above the audience, emerging from the mist, his wings glowing darkly. He wears a white mask.
Nyx, the leader of the Nephilim during the war.
Zorin swallows the shot, feeling it burn down his throat. He pours another drink. And another.
As Nyx flies overhead, audience members cry out, shrinking from the sight of him.
"You have been deceived," he says to the representatives of the Four Orders. "There will be no alliance."
Seraphina rises from her throne, her body floating in the air above them. "Be silent."
Nyx does not back down. "No. Too long have we tempered ourselves. Too long have we allowed a lesser race to rule."
Seraphina's guards charge forward, but Nyx disarms them instantly with a sword black as night. He moves for the Four Knights as other Nephilim, clocked in black, join him from around the auditorium, flying over the audience like avenging dark angels to surround the Knights and the Queen.
"Now," Nyx says, holding his sword high and hovering above the slain bodies of the guards, "It's our turn." The stage roars with thunder, and lightning rips through the darkness.
The audience cheers.
Zorin takes another drink.
He half-watches, shuffling a silver coin across his knuckles. The show continues for hours.
Nyx overthrows the Queen, but Varian escapes. Battles blaze
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