Surrounded by All of Them

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I'm human.

I am human.

I've been proud to be human ever since I met Lord Nergal. I don't quite remember when or where it was, but that's not important. What's important is that I'm here- exactly where I want to be.

I remember the day I was wed to that brute Reed fellow. I remember how he adored every last bit of my woman's body. I remember all the kind and loving devotion he showed to me. I remember how dedicated he was to me. He's a useful tool. I love him. Love'm a lot.

I am human. I'm a woman, a damn fine human being. Show me a woman more beautiful than me, and I'll show you a dead woman. Beauty lends nothing to the dead.

I remember every time Lord Nergal told me how valuable I was to him. I'll never forget that. I'll never forget how good it felt having someone so great how valuable you are. I wouldn't care for a stupid piece of flattery like that from anyone else.

I remember the day we killed that family. Worthless little people- they couldn't even tell us a scrap of information about what we wanted to know. I stole a couple of tomes from them, but then Lord Nergal told me to take the girl, to raise her. Ugh, how I hated that child! Smelled so horribly sweet when I grabbed her- I made damn sure she smelled like the rest of us once she got back to the Fang. Lord Nergal said human children are better raised by human mothers. Maybe he's right- I wouldn't want a good child raised by those creepy puppets. But that child's nothing but trash. I don't understand why I have to waste my time raising refuse. She's Lord Nergal's biggest mistake, if you ask me.

Oh, I'm human. See, I can remember these things with emotion, not like those damned morphs with their precise memory and their encyclopedic minds. I don't care, let them be smarter than me. I've still got my humanity. Next they'll try to tell me I'm one of them just because I have glimmering gold eyes and ebony hair. Ha! Oh, how trite. I appreciate the gesture.

But there's so many of them! They're the ones that always hang around Lord Nergal, like that creepy Limstella. What a contemptible piece of trash she is. She should be dancing in a brothel somewhere. "The Orgy of Fleshy, Soulless Wenches". Ugh…and I'll bet the little bitch thinks she's superior than me too! She's so much more beautiful than me? Pathetic. Let her think what she will.

I took a spare tome from under her nose when she was sitting one day. The glint from the little fire died in her empty eyes, and I started chanting right in front of her! Then I threw the tome on the ground, and she just silently went over, bent down, ass up in the air, and picked it up- just like I knew she would. Ha ha.

Whenever I want to assert my superiority over one of them, all I have to do is open up a book and chant. All those piles of flesh know about is instant power. I had to learn how to cast a spell! I wasn't just handed my abilities on a silver platter like they were.

But there's so many of them. So many of those things, and sometimes I feel like I'm the only human left. They send me on missions and such, and I'm surrounded by those creeps...but they're valuable just as a common tool is valuable. At least I know I'm the only human to get this close to Lord Nergal. I'm his orator. I'm the only one important enough to give missions to the humans. Humans order humans, humans order morphs. That's the way it is.

Lord Nergal calls me his fair work of art. Ha! I've never heard him call any of his morphs that! No, morphs aren't beautiful. Only humans can be beautiful. I don't care how strong they are; they'll end up dying anyway. Once he's done with them, Lord Nergal will order them killed. Perhaps he'd even trust me to do the deed.

I'm human, but I'm surrounded by all of them.

But this place is a human world, and morphs are all artificial, doomed to die. It'll happen.