A Slave to the Kings
But well, there's no such thing as freedom in my vocabulary, only strength prevails and also fear, because I'm addicted to the smell that fear brings to beings.
I have some preferences, to satisfy my sexual desires, I love to torture some pixies because they are smaller, their wings lose their shine and their fear smells sweet. They are considered fairies, with a developed female body, but their size is no more than 1.30m.
Sometimes the Necromancers ask me for someone in particular, and so I do the job of buying the person or hunting them down and bringing them to them. I don't care what happens to these beings, as long as the Necromancers pay me on time and pay me well.
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