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Chapter 18: Tess Ritty

She lay flat on her stomach at the top of the rubble pile, watching her targets. The stone felt cool under her fingers, and the air here was still and stale. The scent of the Dweller who claimed this throne room was strong and musky. It made her lip curl, but it overwhelmed her own scent, and she was far enough away so as to mask her own presence. 

The place was little more than a tomb now. Fenrir had been merciful to let such a pitiful Dweller live for so long. This one had only recently given up her old Anai name, only to rename herself as Bastet after ancient human myths that had been long forgotten by the people of Heart. Fenrir himself had also fashioned his name after human stories, but that had been back when the humans still had memories of a home beyond Heart and Par-12. Bastet's name was a useless callback to the past. Even now, the best host she could settle for was a lowly female cat. This new form of hers was barely even a shadow of her former royal Anai host, but still similar enough. She truly was incapable of letting go of what had once been. This host, however, was at least adequate enough for Bastet to become a greater threat, and she must therefore be eliminated.

Her fingers curled into a fist. She had been the one to grant Bastet such a host before Fenrir's blessing had taken hold. The memory supplied to her was unpleasant, but Fenrir made it clear that he would welcome her back with forgiveness if she finished her task, so she shifted her attention to the second target.

It was a man. A young man, crouching in front of Bastet. She had known him once, shortly before she became one of the Blessed. His name was Connor, though that detail was of no great importance. Perhaps she should be concerned about killing him. Her former self would likely have disapproved. But Fenrir assured her that this human had meant nothing to her. He had been little more than a recent acquaintance.

She narrowed her eyes, inspecting the man's build. He was neither tall nor large, but his forearms were well muscled. And he held an old Anai knife loosely between his fingers. These details could present issues if she lost the element of surprise during her attack – which she would if Bastet were sympathetic to this man. Damn that Dweller. However, Fenrir found no memories of her previous life to suggest that this man had trained for self-defense. What's more, Rocharogosis would give him a slow death if he ran out of parlin. And as he died, this man would suffer intense pain which would limit his reaction time. She wondered briefly if it would be best to simply let the man be. So long as he did not find his way back to Heart, he would run out of parlin and die. However, Fenrir wanted no loose ends with this human. Rocharogosis must be wiped out, so she must eliminate the target now. So long as she was careful, she ought to be able to strangle this human named Connor with little trouble. But perhaps it would be better to finish the job more quickly. A quick slice to the throat should suffice.

She examined the rubble pile, and then the remainder of the throne room beyond, nodding to herself. There were plenty of Anai blades scattered throughout the throne room, and this place was dark. No bioluminescent fungi grew here to light the way. No attendants remained to paint the walls with glowing kuar. Human eyes saw poorly in the darkness. This man had only two narrow beams of light to aid him: a discarded helmet and his shae band. She would have no difficulty avoiding these. She shifted her weight, and a rock nearly dislodged itself from under her knee. She caught it before it had a chance to clatter away and smiled. 

A distraction would be easy, and it would provide her with adequate time to collect a blade of her own. Of course, Bastet would escape, but she could pursue the Dweller after dispatching of the human. She crept forward slowly, quietly, to a large boulder which jutted out of the pile. All she needed was one good push. 

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