Back Where We Began
Oct. 28th, 2008 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shosenThe days and months had passed in rising, and futile, fury. This was the aspirations of those who stood against his King? A run-down cellar, more catacomb than kingdom. The primitive hovels of those bred for slaves. To say nothing of the hulking beasts and grotesque savages whose growls and grunts were a parody of language and intelligence.
Their inferiority overwhelmed him. His desiccated skin crawled as he was ordered about in their service, and, stripped of wealth and status, was forced to obey. To be brought so low, was this what he had awakened for? It was not worth it.
His first rush of excitement, of bone deep pleasure, since leaving the burning shack came with the crates. These he knew: a beacon to the faithful and favoured. A call to the loyal and a path to redemption. He accepted the opportunity with levels of gratitude he had never before reached.
Even when the commanding whispers drew him back to the crumbling wreck of a city and his limbs refused more than his simplest commands, he rejoiced. For over the whispers were the screams and the metallic taste of those who were once again learning their place.
It was a small sacrifice to make for such power.
Their inferiority overwhelmed him. His desiccated skin crawled as he was ordered about in their service, and, stripped of wealth and status, was forced to obey. To be brought so low, was this what he had awakened for? It was not worth it.
His first rush of excitement, of bone deep pleasure, since leaving the burning shack came with the crates. These he knew: a beacon to the faithful and favoured. A call to the loyal and a path to redemption. He accepted the opportunity with levels of gratitude he had never before reached.
Even when the commanding whispers drew him back to the crumbling wreck of a city and his limbs refused more than his simplest commands, he rejoiced. For over the whispers were the screams and the metallic taste of those who were once again learning their place.
It was a small sacrifice to make for such power.