lived long enough to become the villian!
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“What a waste.” the man had said so many years ago.
Now he was here, kneeling in front of Dorian like the cowardly worm he was. His sweaty forehead was pressed against the tile as if he was trying to break through and fall into the Deep Roads, which the mage would not blame him for in his position.
Garbled and rushed pleas mixed with over-syrupy compliments were spewed from his greasy mouth, begging for his insignificant life. The sight disgusted Dorian, and he wished that the Magister had kneeled a few feet farther away from him, as if his toxic mind would somehow pollute the air near him.
Dorian knew the man as one of the rivals of House Pavus, and one of the people responsible of spreading such horrible and world-ruining rumours about him as a young adult. The talk was not too far off, but the more it spread the more far-fetched and utterly disgusting it had become.
Indeed the rumours had done what they had set out to do, they had ruined him.
But now he sat on the pitch-black throne, thin and thick gold chains hanging from it that matched the ones on his robes. Truly, a phoenix reborn from the ashes, he thought to himself.
Perhaps more terrifying.
Dorian waved a hand dismissively, which spurred the man to bed and plea further. He shuffled forwards on his hands and knees as a guard came up from behind, weapon raised in the dim light of the throne room.
The Archon did not bother watching the axe come down onto that lanky neck as he heard the head forcibly separated from it. A cleaning crew immediately emerged from behind the shadows and began sweeping and mopping up the mess. Dorian sighed.
“What a waste.”
