The Real Deal

People with power do weird things. Some of them build everything out of gold (knew a guy like that literally everything, including things that didn't make sense like his toilet), some of them use it to abuse those lower than themselves in social strata, and then there were the cannibals. People who had money and authority who just wanted to engage in a decadent act of eating. I figured the majority of them were bored rich people who wanted to have an orgy (it was actually a sexual gathering as well though I didn't see that aspect of it for obvious reasons) and then someone decided that was too boring so they had to eat people poorer than themselves (You would think that would make the meat be awful! I'd prefer to eat a rich person they've obviously never missed a meal and lead an indulgent life!). I felt bad for the guy that was just there for the sex with other people's wives and yet he's got to eat someone to prove he's cool, not a whole lot of bad because he eats people, but you know just a twinge of regret.

"One of you comes near me with one of those swords and you'll regret it for the rest of your life all eight seconds of it." Naked, still groggy and slightly emotionally damaged I wasn't exactly the kind of animal these idiots were used to and that was the point of my threat. See I've talked about the nature of power before, I've talked about what real power is, but its still always true. I'm real power. I'm someone who has slain gods, I'm someone who walks (ok cowers but still I'm there) in darkness. I'm a terrifying person people should be afraid of, but no idiots always just think I'm a rube who is another fool to murder and it always turns out bad for them.

One of the guards grabbed me and the other brought is sword to cut my wrist. I was done, this whole thing while entertaining was not how I wanted to spend my night so I unleashed. The one holding me died to necromancy (because he was close and setting someone on fire while holding you is a bad idea). The one bringing his sword to stab me found how easy gold is to melt as I brought the cage melted onto his arm much to his screeching displeasure. Stepping out of my melted cage over the screaming guard the rest of the guests tried to run in terror (this was a mistake panic makes you do stupid things, like say running into a doorway that was set on fire burning you to death). The room was on fire people were burning and I was naked. This felt like the worst holiday party ever. I was on my way out of the room when a scorched man hit me in the face and sent me sprawling.

"You aren't leaving you poor son of a bitch." His face was burned but I could sense the power welling within himself (of course someone here would be magical of course).

"Can I at least put on pants before I kill you?" The answer was no. Also turns out killing him not as easy as I thought it would be. Because of course it wasn't!