Hello sir, I'm sorry if this may seem like an odd question but how much do you care for your followers?
Dark leaned himself closer, and as he did, he tapped his pointer finger against a black ballpoint pen sitting pointlessly on his desk. It clattered softly and rolled across the wood, before it fell from the surface, drifting into the darkness of the void bellow.
“Put yourselves in the mindset of owning a pen. Now, you’ve had this pen for perhaps two years, it is the pen that you always go to in order to write documents with. It is reliable, it always provides ink, it fits perfectly in your hand. The pen didn’t come without a price either, expensive as it was. But one day, the pen drops from your desk, and disappears into oblivion, never to return. Now, of course you’re going to be rather disappointed to have lost that pen. It was your favorite, after all, and it used so well. But you will not mourn the loss of that pen. Another one will come along.”
Dark ran his tongue between his lips shortly.
“That is what my lovelies are to me.”
