summary: you're an assassin sent to kill Morax...little do you know he has anticipated you. in moments, you go from a stealthy position to a housepet at his foot. you could defy...but when you gaze into his eyes, you see a conviction cast in iron, and an ugly death for yourself if you try. in your tenuous contract with morax, you uphold your part of being docile, and he does not harm you...but perhaps you are getting a little too close to the god you're supposed to fear.
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