Unwanted Attention

Kneeling before the image of his master, the robed man felt the same fear as always. It was a consuming fear, a fear that pounded inside his chest. Despite he had eternal life thanks to him, he knew all too well that it was entirely at the at the whim of the demon.

He knew that the fault did not lie entirely with him. SHE was to blame – her and that bloated ogre. They had not sent enough forces, though how could anyone have predicted that the Kirin Tor would have such powerful mercenaries? One of them, though – the girl. He had felt she was touched with a power almost as dark as that of his master. She had interested him.

“So, they have routed our forces and most likely have the amulet fragment by now.”

“My lord, if they had done their mission instead of… Butchering the men…”

“I had chosen you to make sure that it didn’t matter. You instead merely watched. Why?”

The man remained silent, the burning anger his of master as hot as an exploding fireball. Suddenly, he fell upon his face, clutching his head and screaming as his master metaphysically penetrated his skull.

“Ah. The girl. Interesting… So you feared her – ah, and not only that – lusted after her. Of course you would. You humans have such pathetic weaknesses. You could have destroyed them all.”

The pain suddenly relented, and the man gasped. He closed his eyes, knowing the price for failure.

“But perhaps your weakness will open another avenue for us. The girl interests me – no, not that way, fool. No, I have other ways to make use of her. Serve me well, and perhaps I shall let you have her for you own from time to time – but know this!” The white hot anger lashed the man and he screamed. “Fail me again, and I will show you I can take away life as easily as I give it.”

The master left, and the man was quaking in his robes. Shakily he stood and made his way through the cave to his bunk, lying down on it with a groan. Speaking with the master always pained him so, and yet – it was so very much worth serving him.

He vowed to serve his master, to show him he was more powerful than some orcish harlot and a stupid ogre. He would show him that humanity offered the most potent followers.

Thinking of the girl, the man fell into a nightmare-wracked sleep.

She featured predominantly in each one.


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