Atom was surrounded; he had no right to make mistakes. He knew it full well, but the mere sight of Nyx raised an indescribable hatred in him. There he was, again near his omega, his, not his. The sight of the brother next to him exacerbated the rage in him. They would take what was, they would rightfully steal his precious omega. But he wasn't going to let them. As a result, he kept his sword outstretched towards Kin and made dark magic appear in his other hand, towards Nyx and his twin. The elder did not give way and retaliated by throwing out his fists. One dangerous red magic emanated from it almost immediately, making the torturer smile under his mask.
"It is so much to have fun with the grown-ups," called out the god of deceit and mischief.
"You? Big? Here is a joke in bad taste," Atom retorted in the same angry tone.
"Are you the one saying that, jester?"
"Who do you think you are, if not a very obedient little god?"
