the idea of bowing his head in reverence to A GOD fills kunikuzushi with an unparalleled sense of disgust. it takes every ounce of self control he has to swallow it back, crushing pride underfoot as he takes a knee — one hand placed delicately atop heartless chest. for countless years he has allowed the fatui to wield him as THEIR WEAPON; such will remain the case until their arrangement no longer holds any value. ( until he has ascended to the divinity that is his birthright. )
❝ your majesty. ❞ the words are curt, yet passably polite; he's grown accustomed to ignoring the SOUR TASTE they leave in his mouth. ❝ you wanted to see me? ❞
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