on being homeless...

[forourqueen]

Find my rotten undead ass a place to be, woman! I'm weary of just loitering in your headspace like a confused cockroach. I have daggers that need to taste blood and a reputation to uphold!

Well. Not much of a good reputation, but that's the point.

...Dark Lady watch over me, because your lack of intelligence certainly isn't.

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[fatherandsun]

I am not human. I am a God.

The matters of humans may reach my ears at times, but whereas I hold disdain for the treatment of those held inferior to those in Heaven, I do not abide by slavery.

[He sighed. Speaking in such a stuffy manner bored him further so he dropped the formality.]

Look, it pisses me off to hear you've been used. If it's true that you're all innocent, rotting corpses who just happen to attack because you've been enslaved to do it then I have no right to hate you for anything other than your stench. I have no quarrel with you so long as you're not calling me a girl all the time.

That being said, all creatures attack what they fear. It's a reflex as old as time itself.

[forourqueen]

Right. And I'm the damn Lich King.

[Seriously, man? Who says they're a god?]

Tch. I can hear you're a fel-damned man already. All you casters in your cloth robes can pass for ugly women.

[Well, Konzen was still pretty as a woman.]

Reflexes are meant to be controlled.

[fatherandsun]

I didn't say you had to believe me but I don't know any spells or nonsense like that. I spend most of my day stamping papers.

As for reflexes and controlling them, the reaction of fear will forever be difficult to control. Even you must understand that.

[forourqueen]

Godhood sounds boring in your world. How sad.

Fear is for the weak. I don't have fear - what's the worst that could happen?

[fatherandsun]

[Konzen heaves a heavy sigh.] You've no idea.

There is always something to fear. I would imagine your complete and utter loss of control for eternity would be something that bothers you. If not fear, then irritation, a want to fight back.

[forourqueen]

[Right on the sore nerve, Konzen. That's the only thing he fears.]

Indeed. It will never happen again.

[fatherandsun]

And if it did?

What would you be prepared to face if you lost everything? Would you want someone to kill you?

[forourqueen]

If I ever became a drooling monster again, then I'd welcome a swift death. I'd be expecting it.

[fatherandsun]

[He nods.]

Not that it will ever happen, but in the event I was in the position to do it, I would grant you that at least.

Even so, I'd much rather end the bastard enslaving all of you.

[forourqueen]

Good to know that you'd be so merciful.

[He snorts a bit at Konzen's next words, and it causes a bug to shoot out his nose.]

That bastard is already dead. Permanently.

[fatherandsun]

Geh!

[The bug whistles past Konzen and he lets out a yelp, jumping slightly. Getting any sense of pride back after that little jump is going to be tough.]

[forourqueen]

[How can he not laugh at that? Too bad he sounds like a serial killer when he does.]

[fatherandsun]

[Muttering forever, thanks.]

[forourqueen]

Done panicking over a little bug?

[fatherandsun]

I didn't expect one to come whipping toward me from your nose, thank you. Anyone would have been startled.

[forourqueen]

Tch. Just a harmless beetle. You should have seen the maggot infestation I used to have in my gut.

[fatherandsun]

[Oh my, Konzen. Was that a little step backward?]

Ngh!?

[forourqueen]

[He grins at that.]

Dead, rotted corpse, remember? Did you think I was all perfume and daisies?

[fatherandsun]

I'm perfectly aware of the fact!

[He shudders a little.]

It's the excessive details I don't care for. Who would want to hear about maggots?

[forourqueen]

[A shrug.]

It's what we talk about. I don't spend much time around the living.

[fatherandsun]

I'd noticed that before.

[Konzen wondered for a moment. Could one with immortality such as his own truly be considered someone who was living? Certainly, he could die... but living the same way day in and day out was hardly worth calling "living" anymore.]

[forourqueen]

So don't whine. I'm not a social guy; I slit throats for a living.

[fatherandsun]

For someone who isn't social you've said plenty to me when you had no need to.

[He gives him a look.]

I know the type.

[forourqueen]

Eh, you're interesting... and I can always dispose of you later.

[fatherandsun]

Interesting?

[He ignores the empty threat.]

How so?