Role

Chapter 11

But I worry that I peaked too early, do you think that's too hard on myself?
Oh, yes, of course, I'm sorry, I forgot. Reaching down Lzenstiet pulls aside
the human male's bloody gag. Bound to a slab of broken and cracked granite,
itself a cause of constant pain, his body shows only some of the horrors she
has inflicted upon him, much only happening on the inside. But even so the
horrible disfigurements, the bones jutting out, the flesh strange shapes and
colors, all scream undeniably that he has undergone extended unthinkable
torture. Kept alive only by her crude healing magics, he cannot speak
coherently so when his gag is pulled aside all that comes out is a weak groan
and bloody saliva. What was that my dear, what did you say? Oh, yes, of course,
I haven't told you the whole story so you said you aren't sure. Forgive me,
please, and let me tell you. Pausing a moment to order her psychotic thoughts,
she casually inserts some glass shards into his abdoment and rubs them around,
smiling as he shrieks in pain.

Well, it's certainly my finest moment so far, bringing down perhaps the second
most powerful imperial dog - worm? - all by myself, without shedding a single
drop of blood. A lesson there, by the way. Not all pain, not even all the
most painful pain, is physical. I fooled this imperial high priest Kheorr,
tricked him like he was a six year old fool child, and after safeguarding the
Scepter, after having him run all around Thera doing my bidding, I tasked him
to bring me things, and thinking I was a God, when he failed, his great shame
and pain was too much, so much, that he took his own life, forever! Imagine
that! I, Lzenstiet, far down his guildlevel, not only killed, but forever
killed him and removed one of our sworn enemies. His shame, his embarrasment,
his pain at the realization of failure must have been exquisite, and fueled
the portals well. I only wish I could have been there at the final moments to
see his face and utter despair. And the final destruction. So sweet.