Luminescence 44

Chapter 7

Eros let the anger simmer like quicksilver along his veins. Any moment now he’d have to use his power and do what he always did in times like these.
Instead he turned to Marcus, the one in charge.
            “Not yet,” the African God answered his unspoken question. Marcus Ambruge opened his suit jacket revealing an armada of weaponry. So he’d been right about Aslow’s pocket. There was no other way he could have concealed all that beneath a tailored suit like that. Marcus Ambruge let out a smile that only a beast could pull off.
            Curved blades wrapped around his middle.
            A Heathen sword dead center in his chest.
            Infinite stars and daggers and other trinkets lined other parts of him.
            Marcus Ambruge was an armory of weaponry marking his body.

            Eros cocked his head to the side, “I thought you were just happy to see me.” 

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