#future!stuck

It wasn't so bad, having to still hide his true blood color while assigned as a scientist for the empire. There was sort of no choice in the matter, he had to do it in order to live. The research had reached no end. So close to a mix that could change his blood color to what he was pretending to be and still he was missing something. Some key ingredient continued to evade him and, fuck, it grated upon his nerves. Still, life was somewhat tolerable despite the setback.

Currently the rather unhinged lime is working in the lab with the bodies that had been provided to him. Trolls slated for culling were often sent to him to work on. They would die either way and it gave him fresh corpses and the Empire dead trolls. It was a win win, really. There was supposed to be a new shipment today but it hadn't arrived yet. There are footsteps and, at first, Lenoto does think it's the late prison delivery but, instead it's something much better.

His Matesprit.

The path to you and your moirail's hive feels longer than it ever did in sweeps past. Longer, colder, and devoid of any real purpose...much like your life now. It'd been a lonely week, devoid of any kind of meaning in your eyes since Bhavan's dea-...since that night.

You'd found him in that cavern. Bloody and cold...colder than he should be. You'd shut down at that point, with jade tears streaming down your face, yet not feeling them. Even as you did away with his body during the lowblood sacrifice he'd organized for so long, you couldn't feel anything. You couldn't hear anything. At least nothing worthwhile.

You would continue his work, of course, as that's what your dear moirail would've wanted. The death of all lowbloods in the name of the Messiahs. You were no longer welcome in the church without his presence, but that didn't mean you had to stop practicing on your own. You would keep praying, and collecting sacrifices in his memory.

But...before you did any of that, there was one troll who needed to die. One to avenge Bhavan and his work. Even with how dead you feel inside, and how hollow your mind is now...you had to kill her. Make her suffer. Make her pay. That tealblooded, whore of a kismesis. Her scent had been all over the cavern that night.