Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the two Glins.
Too high a price
The two Cardassian Glins watched the form slumped over the table with some concern.
"Is he still conscience Denic?" One of them finally asked.
The figure started from his stupor and felt across the table, finally grasping the squat kanar bottle standing next to him.
The other Glin shook his head, "Just barely, Toron. I'm surprised he's still able to move. I've been told that he's barely stopped drinking since Terek Nor was reclaimed last week.
The two officers disdainfully eyed their leader, Gul Damar. He had once been a great Cardassian, but something had shattered him.
But no one knew what had happened.
Quietly, the two Cardassians left their table, leaving Damar alone in the darkened bar.
Still gripping the kanar bottle, Damar forced his eyes to focus on the glass in front of him and tipped the bottle down towards the cup, but missed, spilling the sludgy brown liquid on the table.
"Forget about it," he muttered, taking a sip straight from the bottle.
"Eh? Where did every one go?" he questioned, trying to look around the room, "Someone congratulate me. I am now Gul Damar, the most powerful Gul on Cardassia and all I had to do was murder my friend's child. Congratulate me!"
The only reply he got was the spilled kanar dripping onto the floor.
He tried to stand up, but with a groan sank back into his chair.
"Better just stay here," he whispered, slumping back onto the table top and closing his eyes.
All he wanted was sleep, sweet merciful sleep.
Rest not haunted by images of a Bajoren/Cardassian girl painting, talking, laughing…dying.
"You don't understand, Dukat. I had to kill your daughter. She was loyal to the Bajorans and that traitor Elim Garak and you wouldn't see it! I was doing it because if she had had her way you would have stayed with her and you would have been captured. And even after I killed her, you stayed! She owned you, Dukat. She owned you and you couldn't see it!" he slurred, not opening his eyes.
"She helped them and in return she betrayed you and everything you stand for. She betrayed her heritage, her blood and her people."
Damar's words grew louder and rang hollowly through the empty room but still he continued.
"Your really should thank me for killing her. She was the one that got you demoted to a lowly freighter pilot and your wife left you and took your children with her because of this little girl."
As the echoes from his words faded, one thought stayed in his mind, "She was his daughter, he loved her and you killed her. You're a filthy murderer of children."
With a moan, Damar buried his face in his arms, the voice was right. He was a murderer and he'd never get the blood off of his hands.
He had killed a young woman, shattered his only friend and all for power.
That was his last conscience thought as his intoxicated mind shut down and he slipped into a sleep haunted by images of his friend and the price he'd paid for power.
Fin.