The King inwardly laughed a the prospect of Moge-ko feeling she was smarter than he was. That was just fine with him, though. It was far easier to get people who thought they were smarter than you to do exactly what you wanted. He wondered what she was thinking about, though. That little retort was followed by a rather unamused silence on her part. He hit a nerve, and that made him quite pleased with himself. She was afraid, and he knew it, nothing would convince him otherwise. Still, he was disappointed that his swat missed. Not that he was trying very hard.
His body twitched involuntarily as the knife pinned his leg through the table. Agonizing pleasure began to pump through his body, and he dragged his claws across the table, leaving deep, jagged gouges in the wood. His tail straightened and his heart began to race. Her little remark raised a little bit of anger from him, but he shrugged it off. She did not know any better. She did not know what he could do to her. Never let her know what he could do to her. Other than the not-dying permanently thing, every Mogeko knew that, and it was why they were terrified of him. Moge-ko seemed to lack that fear, but it was alright. One day, she would learn, once she pushed him. For now, though, this was a nice distraction from the failures of his subjects. Maybe he would hold an execution after this.
Then she actually said something that was insightful. ...Why don't you get him yourself? True, the Defect was elusive, and he had tried finding him at first. Nega-Mogeko-no, the Defect, was quite skilled at hiding himself from the King, and the trail of bodies he left behind made it impossible for the other Mogeko to sniff him out. He had yet to use his third eye, though. He did not want to have to resort to it. But he could lure the Defect out by himself, certainly...all he had to do was target one of his friends...he jerked his leg upwards, sending the knife squelching deeper before the sudden stop sent it spinning out of the wound, which rapidly began to knit itself together. He sat up, grabbing Moge-ko's wrist while the other hand went to her cheek.
"Moge-ko! You're right! About doing it myself, you're absolutely wrong about everything else, though." he dug his claws in a bit, "Tsk tsk Moge-ko. ...But since you gave me such a good idea, I'll let you finish."
He plopped back down on the table, producing a knife from nothingness before jabbing it back into his healed limb. It was a shame that when he did it, there was no pleasure attached. He actually winced, but he flopped back down. "Hurry up, I got King things to do today."
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