My best friend has been my best friend for nearly as long as I've been with the Venatori. I met Jason Hill when I was 5 year old. He was one of my roommates after the orange door. (A special room for firestarters that was fire proof and had special censors.)
I felt the bile rise up but I didn't take my eyes from him as I stared in the eyes of a dragon or a demon or some great creature that saved me from the monster.
I have never been in love. I've never had a relationship last long enough to ever get past lust. I don't think I have any passions I would consider a love either.
Ha! You ask a guy with an ego bigger than himself to talk about himself especially describe yourself and you are going to regret it.
I hope to start what is a semi-regular series of posts called the Early Chronicles. It's a two-part series - the first is a factual representation of Nox's childhood as he grew up, the second is his reflection up those events from his point of view as he looks back on it now as an adult.
The glass conference room door open and soft footsteps move inside and then closed the door. A pair of shiny, black patent leather shoes crossed the section of floor I studied. They stopped a few feet away from me. My gaze followed the owner's legs up. His black dress pants were pressed and starched to perfection.