Fearing what that other person might be, you get on your all fours and bow your head to your goddess. Loremaster giggle and places her boot on your head.
"A fine choice, your little majesty" she says, smiling at all teeths. You know you may have done a mistake, considering how cruel your goddess can be to you, even though you prefer her over anybody else. Your broken will cannot stand any torture, at the simple sight of your goddess' boots, your heart melts and you get lower than the ground for her.
Looking up at her from the ground, you sometimes see her former self, Azazel, the pure and curious angel that came here to study you. You already had the occasion to smell Azazel when you still had control over this place, Loremaster just smells like her, as you remember it.
Loremaster's eyes goes glooming red, removing you from your nostalgic trance as she pats your head.
"Now, now... What will I do with my favourite little slave today?" she wonders.
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