Open StarterSilarinx Event
Zai wasn't eager to admit that life at New Olympia was far exceeding the one of splendor he built for himself back on earth. Sure, he was still young, but had worked his ass off to become a formidable South African war criminal. High rise condos, cars, jewels and any other worldly possession was his to claim. The cost; finishing a game that he felt had barely started.
In this place, taking the low road wasn't only a choice, but encouraged. When the followers touched him and dragged him in for kisses, it was because they wanted to, not because they entered his bubble of fear, control, and money. To them, he wasn't only a good person, but the best. For being crude and devastating. Selfish. Some might describe this feeling as being at home, but... this wasn't home. Zai's home was a place he seldom reflected on or planned to soon return.
This place was better. He lived up the night. High after standing in the presence of not only his patron god again, but the entire court. There was no denying the relevance of their might now. Zai would never consider himself religious but... he was a believer in the new world, all of the magic, and the task ahead. "I'm fuckin' high right now, alright? Don't laugh." Shit. Just a taste of whatever this follower had swiped onto his tongue was making him feel a foot off the ground. He shoved her away and dragged in a stiff breath, trying to enjoy the psychological ride. "'makes me paranoid."









