> It’s the day of your coronation. You’re finally ascending to the throne of The Grand Highblood. You’re not happy.
It’s been a hell of a ride getting here. Leaving almost everything you cared about behind, hardening your personality. No one really understood what this whole thing had done to you. No one really seemed to care. You were a highblood, the grandest of them all now. Of course you had it easy.
You sigh as your high guards lift you up onto the throne, which was clearly built for your ancestor as much of this station was. That would be the first thing to change. How embarrassing was it for the leader of the subjuggulators to have to be lifted onto his throne like a wriggler?!
You look out over your people, all the brothers, sisters and siblings who’d come to see this happen. The cameras broadcasting this whole ordeal to every mirthful church in the empire.
“Brothers, sisters and siblings of all ages. What’s good? This night been fast approaching for a hot minute, and now here we all be. Gathered around this motherfucker to bear witness to his ascension. Tonight I all take up the mantle passed down to my ancestor from his before him and so on like alla that shit. With the change in leadership, there gonna come some other changes. I’m all thinkin it was high time the artists an performers among us got they due time in the spotlight. Thinkin its time we all start focusin on the balance our faith be teaching us. As the Lord be wantin his blood, the Muse be wanting her mirth, and I think it be high time we showin her the respect she all deserves. There’s gonna be plenty a’ time to all get into that shit later though, right now I dunno about y’all but I’m fixin to get my motherfuckin party on. What’ch’y’all say?”
