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the humble manservant

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Time holds no meaning. All I wish to do is serve Aa'une in whatever way I can. It's so easy to please him, all I need to do is let him look inside my head and see the strange stories that happen inside. When he's not doing that, he tells me to stay in a small room with a chair in it.

Aa'une appears in front of me. So exciting! I wonder what he's looking for this time.

He doesn't speak, never does. He places his hand on my head-

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And now a strange blue hand is floating through a strange expanse of white threads. {What plans are you making, Chaor?} Aa'une's voice sounds as the hand closes around a thread-

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"We need to stop trying to take back Underworld City!" Lilth shouts, slamming her hands on the table between us.

"No!" I bellow, my claws digging into the wood of the table. "I will not let that traitorous slime Bloot hold my city!"

"And he won't," Lilth growls, "but we have a bigger threat to deal with."

Hah! As if she knew where we need to place our priorities. "The M'arrillians are cowardly invertebrates that rely on mass brainwashings to achieve anything, and you Humans have done a splendid job on reducing, sometimes eliminating, the casualties we suffer from those attacks. No, we should let the M'arrillians beat furiously against a stone wall and reclaim Underworld City."

"The ineffectiveness of the M'arrillian attacks are a ploy, Chaor," Lilth argues. "We may not be suffering from the attacks, but clearly neither are they. If they made even one focused effort on us with their full strength, they could wipe us out!"

The absolute nerve of this woman. I may need to demonstrate to her who exactly is the one with the power here, perhaps even tonight in bed...

"This sounds like another of your lead-ins to your 'run to the Overworlders and beg for help' ideas," I snarl. "There's nothing you can say to convince me to ask Maxxor for help."

"Then ask Austin!" Lilth cries out. "You know that he respects you and would be more than willing to-"

"Enough!" I feel a chunk of the table tear away in my grip. "We attack the defenses Bloot set up around Underworld City tonight! Nothing you say can change that!"

Lilth gives me a scathing glare, then turns and walks out of the tent-

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Aa'une removes his hand from my head. "Very good, servant," he grins at me. It's not a warm grin, but he's happy! Yay.

Aa'une leaves, and I continue to sit in my room.

{michael}

There's a voice in my head.

{i see him, in here}

I look up. It's Twins. At least, one of them.

{is he hurt}

{it appears not}

Ah, there's the other one.

{he's been here too long}

{oligarch aa'une has become-}

{controlling, uncaring, freeing his-}

{secret weapon should remind him that-}

{he has a responsibility to ensure the safety of his tribe}

The worms float side by side.

{{michael, aa'une has instructed us to speak with you}}

Hm? That's odd. Aa'une never sends other creatures to me.

{{we have some questions to ask, and it would please our oligarch greatly if you answered us}}

Making Aa'une happy? I can't wait! "Okay," I say.

{{who are you}}

That's easy. "I am Aa'une's loyal servant."

{{no. what is your name}}

My name? "M-Michael..." Arg, my head hurts...

{{and what is your other name}}

Another... name... "Osiris..."

{{which tribe are you from}}

The headache vanishes. "The M'arrillians, of course."

{{no, the one before that}}

Before...? Before... "The M... The Mipedians..."

{look at his eyes}

{his inner self is trying to break free}

Inner self...? How could I be anyone besides who I am?

{{who is your king}}

I open my mouth, but something's wrong. Aa'une isn't a king. "King... King... King Theb... Theb-sarr..."

{{and who is your family}}

My family? I have a family? Since when did I have a... Isis... Hera! AUGH!

Twins catches me as I fall off my chair. {{michael, is everything all right}}

"No! Nothing's all right!" I shout. Aa'une was using me as a weapon, a perfect spy! How could anything be all right! Isis! Hera! I've put them in danger! I've put Perim in danger! No!

{he's panicking}

{at least he isn't trying to-}

{kill himself, that's certainly a relief}

How long has this been happening?! How many days have passed! I need to get out of here! Before Aa'une can use me again!

I scramble to my feet "Which way do I go?" My voice is strained and dry.

{we don't know-}

{because we have never left-}

{except by the servants' door-}

{but it is always being watched}

Right, don't try to go out that way. "You don't know any other ways?"

{we see many doors-}

{including some we cannot go through-}

{but we don't know which doors lead out}

So I'm on my own...

{be quick-}

{and safe}

{we will make ourselves scarce-}

{so aa'une doesn't learn that you are gone using-}

{our memories of your escape}

Twins leaves quickly through the door. I take a few shallow breathes as I try to calm my nerves, then I peek into the hall.

Which way? Which way?!

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Up next: The M'arr Populace

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