Worse than Anything
May. 7th, 2022 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shinonFandom: Lord Ermenwyr series - Kage Baker
Characters: Ermenwyr
Word count: 200
Warnings: None
Notes: For Be the First 2022, I decided to pimp this weird fantasy series. This was written to do double-duty as a GYWO Yahtzee prompt, for "loyal"but honestly, given the attention my MS is demanding at present, I'm not really committed to Yahtzee this year.
Even to someone used to cataloguing minor hurts and drawing wretched prognostications from every symptom - bluntly, even a neurotic little bastard like Ermenwyr, who augmented his natural frailty with a dash of hypochondria hoping Mommy would mind the rest of the world a little less and him a little more - this was a new kind of pain. Eyrdway had kidney-punched him once and it hadn't been this bad. He'd been medically dead at least twice, and compared to this, the experience had been a pleasant stroll in the ancestral bowers. Something had torn inside him. The stars reeled backwards overhead. He was pierced in an organ he could not name. He'd lost one of his demons. One of his own.
Heart palpitations. Muscular weakness. Cold and profuse sweat. Nothing terribly new there. But this - vacancy -
Much later it occurred to him that Father had summoned more demons than this. Hundreds. Thousands. Did Father feel this whenever one was unbodied? Was that why they served so loyally?
Later yet, on the riverbank, Ermenwyr made his servants new bodies, letting himself in for more of the same. Was it something a person got used to? Was it more moral if you didn't?
Characters: Ermenwyr
Word count: 200
Warnings: None
Notes: For Be the First 2022, I decided to pimp this weird fantasy series. This was written to do double-duty as a GYWO Yahtzee prompt, for "loyal"
Even to someone used to cataloguing minor hurts and drawing wretched prognostications from every symptom - bluntly, even a neurotic little bastard like Ermenwyr, who augmented his natural frailty with a dash of hypochondria hoping Mommy would mind the rest of the world a little less and him a little more - this was a new kind of pain. Eyrdway had kidney-punched him once and it hadn't been this bad. He'd been medically dead at least twice, and compared to this, the experience had been a pleasant stroll in the ancestral bowers. Something had torn inside him. The stars reeled backwards overhead. He was pierced in an organ he could not name. He'd lost one of his demons. One of his own.
Heart palpitations. Muscular weakness. Cold and profuse sweat. Nothing terribly new there. But this - vacancy -
Much later it occurred to him that Father had summoned more demons than this. Hundreds. Thousands. Did Father feel this whenever one was unbodied? Was that why they served so loyally?
Later yet, on the riverbank, Ermenwyr made his servants new bodies, letting himself in for more of the same. Was it something a person got used to? Was it more moral if you didn't?
