I shall have You
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Deep in the bowels of the Cave of Diogenes, the Goblin King of thieves, a lurking threat hides in the form of Hana-chan slimes. Their gelatinous bodies slither through the darkness like shadows with a mind of their own, ready to ensnare the unwary.
Meanwhile, those goblin scoundrels gather for a puppet show, a rough-and-tumble parody of Minoa's State of the Nation Address. Amidst the cackles and jeers, confusion reigns as the female puppets gyrate in crude, seductive dances, their movements seizing the audience's focus with a hungry intensity.
At the heart of the performance is the portrayal of the prized woman of the wicked Tree, her presence dominating the minds of all who watch the show. The play subtly hints at the Tree's fresh obsession with capturing the elusive "Sat-Oo Hannah," a goal that sends shivers down the spine of the now pre-teen Hana-chan. She is all too aware of the lurking dangers, feeling their cold fingers inching closer in the shadows.
As the puppet show unfurls its crude tale, Baibars, the orc champion and son of the late Osman, openly plots to exploit the chaos. He plans a bold aerial assault to snatch the prized females under the cloak of night. His ambition knows no limits, his loyalty as flimsy as a cobweb, as he carves his own path to power with ruthless determination.
Amidst the upheaval, Alm-sama tends to Hana-chan, offering soothing words amidst the bedlam. He gently questions her about her feelings of being a demon, a solitary beacon of humanity in this den of thieves. His touch, though rare and fleeting, offers a shred of comfort in their grim reality.
In the midst of their conversation, Hana-chan is struck by a vision—an ethereal figure with an hourglass shape, skin of shimmering gold, and hair made of leaves. It's a fleeting glimpse of the divine, a stark reminder of the immense power and majesty that lies beyond mortal grasp. The vision lingers in her mind, a beacon of hope and a portent of the otherworldly forces at play.
As Minoa's voice echoes in her mind, a solemn vow takes root deep within her soul. "By God, By Glory, and By Gold; I shall have you," she declares, her words ringing with a promise of redemption and salvation in the face of the encroaching darkness. Her resolve hardens, a flicker of defiance against the shadows that threaten to consume her.
Debt: the First 5,000 years
- David Graeber
