Servant of the Gods
When I awoke from my healing sleep, my stomach was once more empty. Yet, many of my wounds were now healed, and I once again had the strength to run and to kill.
However, it was not my own body that had awoken me– it was a Voice. Though it was not the same Voice as it was the last time, even if it was using the same path to speak to me. This time, the Voice was deep and masculine.
So. You are free.
“What, still here, Voices?”
Yes.
“There is nothing I want from you. …Go away.”
We do have one thing you want, half-demon. Revenge.
I smirked. “I have already been through this with your ally. I do not want revenge.”
The masculine Voice was dryly amused. All of your kind want revenge, half-demon. It is a part of who you are.
“…Why do you want my help so much, Voice?”
Well…, the Voice replied ponderingly– not pondering his answer, but pondering just how much of it he was going to say to me. You obviously have the ability to help restore us to this world, since you were so very much a part of our banishment.
Another male Voice spoke– this one not quite as deep as the other, but more mocking of me. And also, for this same reason, we think it would be fitting if you were to help restore us.
“I have no desire to free Outsiders.”
You misunderstand us, Zellnos. The feminine Voice. That is not the deal we are putting to you. We are only informing you of our ultimate goal, so that there are no secrets between us. We only hope that you will one day decide to help restore us of your own free will.
I laughed. “I find that unlikely.”
The deeper male Voice spoke. The only thing we want in return for giving you your revenge is your promise that you will continue to listen to us.
Yes. The feminine Voice. Do not shut us out, as you have for so long.
“I do not want your revenge, Outsiders.”
The mocking Voice spoke. Against Diego, yes. We understand. But we are no longer speaking of revenge against Diego. We are speaking of revenge against Naiste.
The Judge. My judge. And a coldness entered into my soul.
But the coldness was not the desire for revenge, as these Voices so mistakenly expected. Such a desire has never moved me, and never would move me. Not one way or the other.
But when someone strikes you, you strike back, harder. Otherwise, you are weak. And the weak, die.
The Judge had struck me very hard.
“ Done.”
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