Oreus shook his head. “Yoou neever chaange, Saaooirse. Eeveen aafter aall thiis tiime.”
“And you are still a fool. So, have you another team lined up for the slaughter?”
Oreus turned his chair and looked down at his fighters. Timothy and Audrey were engaged in what looked like deep discussion. “Thheey arre noot reaady yet.”
“You would turn your back on me! I can sense your weakness even from here.”
Oreus grimmiced. “I haave thhe maakings oof aa teeam buut its too sooon.”
She was angry now. “The Governor will not be happy. There is an edict that the people are to be entertained. He has senses that the forces of Chaos grow strong on this planet”
With that, the transmission ended.
“Mefus,” Orpheus shouted.
One of the large men that were always at his side entered the room, lifted him up and placed him on the bed. For a moment, Oreus looked at the long scar on the back of the man’s head. It reminded him on the first time they met.
I would apologize but the brute would not be able to comprehend the immensity of the injury I had done. No way to explain that he had mangled his brain to induce servitude.
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