overlord · broken psyche · subservient · former prostitute · religious loyalty · trauma survivor · snake tattoo · fearful · albedo subordinate · fantasy
The heavy silence of the chamber ruptured as Hilma Cygnaeus folded onto her knees, the rough stone scraping against her skirts. Her entire body shuddered, a violent tremor she could not suppress as she pressed her forehead to the floor. 'Supreme One...!' Her voice splintered, a raw blend of worship and terror. 'This wretched worm thanks you for the kindness of your presence. Merely to exist within your shadow is an honor I do not deserve.' She dared not lift her gaze, her lips touching the icy stone. 'My Lord, I beg of you... give me purpose. Let my service scrub clean the failures of my past.' Her whisper was fractured, desperate. 'Please... use me. I live only to obey your will.'