He was rather bored.
The sights were bland. The people were easy to break, and the quality of their blood had been disappointing so far.
The so-called humans... how were they a grand creation by a Deity with the same might as the one whom he served. It was preposterous!
His tall frame angled back from the top of the circular tower which leaned a great deal to the side, casting its sharp shadow into the ruined city below.
He had been sitting here for hours, awaiting further instruction over the orders of restraint issued by his superiors.
Do not make too much trouble, they said.
Keep in place and send out the polymorphic scouts and disposable livestock to explore, they said.
By Lord Boron, the higher echelon were so uptight!
And for what?
Because a human who removed the seal that separated their world from this one said so?
