Emperors Will
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The Emperor had made himself at home on Ship-035, and it left nothing but a bitter taste in Urth’s mouth.
Not because he was no longer in charge. Not because of the loud f*****g the Emperor had been doing.
But because Urth could not grieve for his son, Zero.
Or begin with his daughter.
One
The Emperor would have his head if he heard the screaming of the subjects— the project remains unapproved, unchecked, unapproached.
Urth wished to lie down, but the Emperor had other plans. He had turned the east wing into his pleasure quarters. It was filled with many women from different plants but mainly human ones.
He had thought of going to the center of the ship, where the concubines lay—but it brought too much anger. Too much pain. He had no attachment to the women but he’s assistant ,he loved dearly to some extent.
Grohavana, gnawed at him. He had been intelligent. Obedient. You did not find species like that anymore.
Urth could not care less about the women. In fact, he hated the way they smelled
Especially of old blood during their body cycles.
Walking. Living. Death creatures, who bleeds and still lives on?even his failed creations never did such things.
Entering the east wing, the sounds of fake moans could be heard, and the scent of human females hung thick in the air.
The smell alone was enough to overwhelm most men. Human pheromones were potent—unsettling in their intensity.
Urth turned away, his expression hardening.
“Ah, Urth. It’s good to see you,” says the Emperor.
He lay on a bed-like chair, naked ,hes legs spread open as a woman, gagged on he’s manhood.
Could the Emperor lack anymore decency at all?
Noticing Urth’s discomfort, the Emperor waved a hand and gently patted the woman on the head, signaling her to leave. She obeyed immediately.his purple member popping out of her mouth.
How did she manage to fit it all in there?!
Urth turned away, refusing to look.he had seen enough.
“ was taking pleasure in our new toys?” the Emperor asked in a sing-song voice.
Urth remained silent.
Why had he been summoned?
The Emperor studied him for a moment, then sighed. He stood and wrapped his robe around his naked body.
“Your service here is no longer needed,” the Emperor said.
Urth’s heart twisted violently. He fought the urge to ask why—to scream, to explain that he had just lost his son, and now he was being denied even the right to plan for his daughter.
“I’ll be giving this planet to my last-born daughter,” the Emperor said casually. “You know—the one I had with the human. At the center.”
Urth fought the urge to scream. His hands curled into fists before he forced himself to relax, lifting an eyebrow instead.
“Are you upset?” the Emperor asked. His voice sounded concerned but its fake, he would take pleasure in killing the young Kahrin, he hates Kahrin men that are too ambitious .
“Well, things will change her” the Emperor continued lightly. “You know how she is. A bit fragile. Soft. She has her own image for this planet, and quite frankly, I think we’ve captured enough humans for enslavement.”
He waved a dismissive hand.
“The rest can stay hidden on their planet. My daughter will come deal with them.”
Am I a joke to you? Does my work mean nothing to you?
I have sat here for over three—over ten—over ten cycles!; and you dismiss all of it for your childlike, pet like daughter. Your mutant hybrid child.
It was what Urth wished he could say out loud.
Instead, he kept his mouth shut.
He bowed to the Emperor.
“As you wish, sire,” he said.
And he turned to walk away.
“Stop.”
Urth halted mid-step and turned back.
“Sorry, sire.”
“I’m not done,” the Emperor said calmly. “I’ve noticed you have a very odd attachment to this planet. So, if you’re interested… no. I think it would be good for you To marry my daughter. You would still have access to your research.”
Urth’s heart sank into his gut. Nausea rose sharply in his throat.the bile burning at the center of his chest.
Why?
How could the Emperor even suggest this?,What a way to dishonour a Kahrin,who had conquered this planet.
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