Translation
~~~{[(タイトルなし!?)]}~~~
Summary
introduction
She was at his feet.
Lay huddled on the stone floor.
Blood ran down her legs, warming her, for a short while it drove the cold away and made her feel desperate.
Anywhere, anywhere else she would rather be than in this hall, at the feet of her master.
At the feet of the ruler of all worlds, for he was an evil being.
Driven by contempt for everyone but themselves.
A laugh cut through the silence of the room, and only the heavy red-velvet runners with the black embroidered H emblem prevented the laughter from being thrown back from the walls in many ways.
Her master got up, slowly, leisurely, with all the time in the world, and she knew she would have to give way now, no matter whether she could or not, because whoever stood in his way, or even dared to crawl in front of him, would be Doomed to die.
Anyone who tried to stop him was dead, anyone who begged for mercy faced a worse punishment.
With eternal slavery, a life of filth at the ruler's feet.
The girl crawled aside, feeble.
Powerless and slow, not fast enough, because his things brushed against her feet.
She froze in motion, held her breath and waited, but nothing happened.
Your master went on. He continued on his way, over the velvet carpet, to the wide-winged, heavy door.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling safe.
Relief, it made her body so light as it hadn't been for a long time, even allowing her a small, weak smile.
Maybe, maybe there was still hope, maybe her ruler wasn't infallible, maybe she could be saved.
But the voice of their ruler rose.
"Your death," he spoke softly, and yet his words sounded clear, as if he was whispering it directly into her ear.
"Your death, await it when I return."
A grin lay on the ruler's lips, almost hidden in the semi-darkness.
"Now I have something more important to do."
He strode away, leaving the girl alone, leaving her alone and desperate, and it felt good.
Because no matter how many subjects feared him, it was good to always have at least one with you. One of whom he could savor all the fear these mortals also had of him.
Lay huddled on the stone floor.
Blood ran down her legs, warming her, for a short while it drove the cold away and made her feel desperate.
Anywhere, anywhere else she would rather be than in this hall, at the feet of her master.
At the feet of the ruler of all worlds, for he was an evil being.
Driven by contempt for everyone but themselves.
A laugh cut through the silence of the room, and only the heavy red-velvet runners with the black embroidered H emblem prevented the laughter from being thrown back from the walls in many ways.
Her master got up, slowly, leisurely, with all the time in the world, and she knew she would have to give way now, no matter whether she could or not, because whoever stood in his way, or even dared to crawl in front of him, would be Doomed to die.
Anyone who tried to stop him was dead, anyone who begged for mercy faced a worse punishment.
With eternal slavery, a life of filth at the ruler's feet.
The girl crawled aside, feeble.
Powerless and slow, not fast enough, because his things brushed against her feet.
She froze in motion, held her breath and waited, but nothing happened.
Your master went on. He continued on his way, over the velvet carpet, to the wide-winged, heavy door.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling safe.
Relief, it made her body so light as it hadn't been for a long time, even allowing her a small, weak smile.
Maybe, maybe there was still hope, maybe her ruler wasn't infallible, maybe she could be saved.
But the voice of their ruler rose.
"Your death," he spoke softly, and yet his words sounded clear, as if he was whispering it directly into her ear.
"Your death, await it when I return."
A grin lay on the ruler's lips, almost hidden in the semi-darkness.
"Now I have something more important to do."
He strode away, leaving the girl alone, leaving her alone and desperate, and it felt good.
Because no matter how many subjects feared him, it was good to always have at least one with you. One of whom he could savor all the fear these mortals also had of him.