Shadow Slave

Human homes were like a titan. They were full of countless things. From the floor panels to the smallest trivialities, each thing had been designed and created by someone. The materials used in the creation of the things had been produced by someone else. Vehicles that someone had assembled transported them over roads that someone had built.

The amount of effort and life hiding in each human home was staggering. The scale of it was so inconceivable that Mordret could only compare it to something he was more familiar with - an abomination so vast that its mere existence was a calamity.

But really, the waking world was so much more than that. The only creature it could truly be compared to was a god.

'A dead god, maybe.'

Humans were like ants, but he could easily imagine them as carrion worms wriggling as they feasted on a divine corpse.

He could imagine it vividly.

"Honey! Come eat!"

Mordret was looking at the world through the child's eyes.

He put down his toys and ran to the kitchen. He climbed on a chair and grinned at his mother. He made a face at the plate full of expensive, naturally grown vegetables and pouted.

He allowed himself to be coaxed into eating some.

'...I can't taste it.'

Mordret felt a slight disappointment as he studied the mother's face. She was looking at him with a smile. Her eyes were brimming with affection.

Being loved by someone was a novel feeling. But what would it feel like to love someone instead?

taking the mother's body and caring for the kid. Would it feel rewarding? Would it feel burdensome? Would it feel

an easy

stifled his curiosity

kid chewed on the vegetables, the mother idly listened to the news. There was

consolidate their forces on the continent. Just a few days ago, the relocation of refugees from the impregnable siege capital of Falcon Scott was successfully concluded. Under the valiant leadership of Saint Tyris of the White Feather clan, the casualties

smiled at the mention of a familiar name. Sky Tide was still alive, it seemed. He was satisfied... among all the Saints he

indirectly helped him get caught. But she had also indirectly helped him escape.

have to kill

the warmth of being cared for by a loving mother, the delight of playing with friends,

was all fun, but

other would have

at the thought, he

the kid that he never felt sad. But he was not completely emotionless. There were things he could feel: satisfaction, contentment,

And hatred, of course.

hated his traitorous father and Asterion, he hated the other

No sense in thinking about

focused his attention back

dwelled within was rather stupid, as expected from a child. The child only saw the mother's smile,

Worry. Fatigue. Loneliness. Fear.

idle observation, he left the

She put on a brave face when she was with

lives of the citizens... her friends, her neighbors, her family - everyone was tense,

had left with the First Evacuation Army. Even more

even people from her immediate circle being pulled into the whirlwind of the distant