Drabble challenge: Slavery
It was in the middle east, where he was back in the middle ages, long before he'd killed the hunter, when he started truly entertaining the notion that would become his one leading goal for most of his eternity.
Long ago, after he had killed his mother, he had started to think of people in two categories only: pawns and people of interest. People of interest – there were many, none of them worth sacrificing anything for, but many, many faces over the centuries. He had learned quite a lot over the years, just by talking to people. He had met extraordinary minds, one of a kind-like people, artists, thinkers, people radiating charisma to a degree that they became leaders without even raising a finger.
But, oh, so many, many more pawns. So easy to read, easy to manipulate, irrelevant. Disgusting.
Pawns were supposed to be silent, were supposed to be obedient, replaceable.
But never, not among the pawns, even among the people of interest, did he find what he was looking for.
Complete loyalty, obedience, companionship, family.
He visited the house of a local politician, adorned with the most exotic abundance and there were slaves. People reduced to what they were supposed to be, fitting into, accepting their role, their position in the food chain. Loyal, while complete at his mercy. Like a god.
And he could have that, have all of that if he only his mother hadn't put this bloody curse on him.
Little did he know, even the strongest bond could be broken.