Honor thy father

Packing up to leave was a process.

Mikhainon and Klaus were hard at work the past few days trying to make sure everything was locked up and accounted for. As much as Mikhainon capitalized on the misery of others, he admitted, he didn't like being in situations he couldn't control, and natural disasters were high on that list. He had grown too attached to living in Manta Carlos. He set up a business and a house, and he'd be damned to lose both in one swoop.

Gomorrah's foundations weren't from this reality, so it was easy to have the earth swallow it back with his house's contents. His mansion, however, wasn't so lucky. He had someone set up wards on the walls but he knew there were going to be a good many things to clean and repair when he got back. That was work he was going to concern himself with later.

The jet was preparing to leave.

Almost all of the passengers were inside except for his daughter, and she was the most valuable one of them all. Mikhainon paced at the foot of the stairs, pulling out his phone and sending a quick message:


"Something wrong, sir?" the jet steward asked, and Mikhainon raised a finger to shut him up like a well-trained dog.

"Get in the car," he told him as he boarded his black sedan. The steward, while nervous, entered the car to drive.

"My lord, the tsunami's going to hit in a few hours. If we don't leave now, we'll drown."

"Then drown."




@Kait

She responded. Oh, thank god.

The contents of the text weren't as pleasant, though. He knew he loved her, but did she consider that love made her an idiot and it was going to kill her? No mortal was worth the life of a god's child.

Heart beating like a jackhammer, Mikhainon rapped the back of the driver's seat and gave him the directions to Chloe's location. The streets were getting cleared out and evacuating the citizens, so it didn't take long for the car to get there, the threat of the tsunami being very large and visible in the distance, crawling closer and closer.

They couldn't drive in the sand, so Mikhainon exited the vehicle, instructing the steward to stay there. In the distance, he saw his daughter running. Mikhainon leaped, and in a moment, turned into a raven and flew to where Chloe was. He landed a few meters in front of her and transformed back to his original shape.

He stormed up to her and grabbed her by the wrist, eyes flaring in anger.

"There's no time for this stupid endeavor. Stop this." Mikhainon tilted his head at the tsunami. "Do you see that, young lady? It's going to kill you if you keep this up, and I'm not going to be in any position to help you if you're dead."

It seemed so familiar to their first meeting, with his hand violently on her arm, almost a whole year ago. He tightened the grip and twisted, pulling her close.

He was never violent without need.

"Listen to yourself, Chloe. You're the child of a god, and you're risking it all to save one mortal girl! One mortal girl who will perish in barely a fraction of your lifespan!" The sharpness in his expression melted, and there was now sadness mixed in with the anger. "This tsunami, this girl, they're not going to last. And if you keep this up, you're not going to last. I've only just met you. Don't make me lose my only daughter."

"No more few minutes! Are you an idiot!? It's here."

She couldn't be swayed, could she?

Mikhainon didn't have time to make anymore arguments either. It was here. As much as he disliked forcing anything on people, he didn't have time for that, he needed Chloe out of here as soon as possible. He pulled her close, pressing his thumb to her forehead and attempted a quick and powerful mental attack through telepathy.

He was going to get her out of here, one way or another.

Mikhainon could say the same about his daughter right then. Didn't she know there was no way she could save anyone out here?

She'd learned from him, and that was impressive. It would've been a proud, fatherly moment, but regarding the circumstances, all he felt was anger.

She didn't have as much power over him as she thought.

After all, her magic was his. It hummed and bent to his presence, begging to be reclaimed. Again, he wasn't one to force things, but he could force his will just was easily. Mikhainon's body as Baltimore shattered, and his magic entered Chloe's by force, melding with his magic already there. It clicked immediately, and while he didn't have full control because of her human side, it overpowered it just enough.

Mikhainon scrubbed his face, trying to get used to possessing another, particularly his daughter. He started marching out of the sand towards the car.

"Get ready to leave!" he told the steward in his daughter's voice, exiting the beach.