Read Blood and Steel (The Cor Chronicles Volume I) Page 63
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Sovereign Nadav, Emperor of Losz, was busy amusing himself when something completely untoward and unexpected happened. The mixed blood bastard Taraq’nok had given him a gift, a raised servant that had once been a Dahken. Nadav did not completely trust him, but with Lord Menak’s testimony could find no reason to hold Taraq’nok accountable without causing revolution amongst the other nobles. To vent his ire, he had taken to nightly sodomizing the corpse in a most violent fashion in the vain hopes that every time he thrust, Taraq’nok just might feel it. He was almost to the point of pleasure when the damn thing went limp and simply collapsed in a heap on the floor. Regardless, Nadav finished, though he was not terribly pleased with the situation; it aggravated him that Taraq’nok was a noble when obviously his power was so pathetic that he could not even keep a corpse animated for more than a week or two.
Sovereign Nadav stood drinking a glass of wine in consideration of whether or not to reanimate the thing himself when the obvious fact dawned on him, and he smiled wickedly. Taraq’nok was dead and surely there was little question whom was responsible. He dropped a tablet into his wine and swirled the liquid until the drop fully dissolved. For now, Nadav would rest in a meditative trance; tomorrow, he would assign a small force to ride to Taraq’nok’s castle bring the Dahken back to Ghal. He would thank this Dahken heartily for ridding Losz of a noble prone to trouble making, and then Nadav would have him beheaded right in the throne room.
Sovereign Nadav’s limbs grew sluggish and his eyelids heavy as the entrancing drug took effect in his blood. He lumbered slowly to his plush bed, his eyes unable to focus on any nearby object. He was just able to seat himself in a lotus position before his mind drifted into the cosmos.