The werewolf leaped into the air, thrust his hand inside the robot's chest and pulled a mass of wires and bolts out. It screeched and bucked, hissing static. ****** heard running footfalls behind him and did a backward flip.
He landed facing six enforcers. They aimed their muskets at his head...
“WAIT!”
The enforcers lowered their weapons. They moved to the left and right, opening a path, their faces respectful. And filled with terror. Again ****** heard footfalls, but these were measured, unhurried. A dark man walked though the path, a man with piercing onyx eyes and high cheekbones. His face, his bearing the very image of power. ****** fell to his knees.
Tehotep looked down at him. “I did not create you!” he hissed. “What kind of creature are you?”
****** looked up at him. “One who wants to serve you!”
The daemon smiled. “And so you shall.”
Collision of Worlds
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