Page 162 of Light Leech

Their teeth were perfect. The standard of a violet elite’s dental perfection was raised to the next level. Without blemish or rot, these servants held more than their obedience to a higher degree. Unlike the other elites who bleached their teeth with all manners of light-based treatment and chemicals that damaged the delicate shell of the tooth, these were pure and natural without the taint of neglect. A true rarity that made my patience all the more worthwhile.

I moved to the next corpse, then to the third. My mental clarity returned with all the associated repercussions of a burdened conscience.

I finished with rich molars. There was nothing quite like the taste of the richest part of the human morsels to soothe my billowing hatred. This time it wasn’t directed at me, but at Zhou and these people who took their blind devotees and treated them like vermin for entertainment.

A sense of justice was the greatest spice I could ask for.

I stood, wiped my mouth, and looked at Zhou.

He glared, his lip turned up in disgust as he said, “You’re just as vile as I imagined.”

I ignored his poor attempt at maintaining composure and turned to Naoma.

“Bring your new friend,” she said. “We might need to clear out the hall some more on the way to the throne room.”

I nodded. “Stay close to him like I’m making you both lead me somewhere. If we can save your reputation any more, I want to.”

Zhou laughed at her. “Like you’re getting away without your part being reveal–”

She slapped him. “You’ve covered up worse, I’m sure. Nobody talks about what happens here anyway, right?”

He started to grin again. Her hand glowed white as she slapped him again.

“Zeg!” he cried out and clutched her handprint that had branded his cheek.

“Light bless whoever decided it was a good idea to let you ands feel pain.”

“What?” I guffawed.

She nodded. “We’ll get to that.”

“You know nothing, Neon Idol.”

Her hand glowed as she readied another strike. “Then you can help me with that.

“Do you have any light-infused handcuffs, Zhou?” I asked. “I saw plenty of kinky guk going on.

“Don’t worry. I’ll obey.”

“I’m sure,” Naoma said.

“Let me try something.” I worked my way back onto the orca’s back. I commanded her to extend her tentacles and wrap one around Zhou. “Will this work?”

Naoma nodded. “Me next. Not as tight, please.”

“Right.” I did as she requested, then lifted them both up a few inches so I didn’t have to walk behind them at a drudging pace.

We cleared the first floor with no problem and the capacious stairwell was wide enough to only cause a little damage to the railings and hanging tapestries.

The orca rammed her chrome-ended tail into the wall for extra measure. Feeling relieved that she was acting somewhat of her own accord, I didn’t say a thing.

A few more Eunuchs tried to stop us on our way to the throne room. Those who did not stand down when I threatened Zhou with a tentacle to the head were easy to slay. The other elites fled as we made our way to the throne room. Rather than break through the doorway, the orca let us down and faced back down the hall to stop anyone who thought they might have a chance at interrupting our interrogation.

“Dock.” Naoma pointed to Zhou’s throne. He was still standing after the orca had tossed him across the room while she let Naoma down as if she were a flower.

He grumbled and worked his way towards the throne. As he sat, I noticed a faint pulse of violet light everywhere his body touched the forgery of ancient Arabasian royal decor.

I ran to Naoma’s side.