Destroy

“You failed.” The head director said, sitting atop the desk and putting a cap on a pen. They faced the wall made completely out of glass, looking over the bright blue and gold cityscape of our upper city.

“Uhm… p-Pardon?” I say, and I’m immediately afraid. The director does not take very kindly to failures. Even if it weren’t my mistake directly, anyone involved would be be punished quite sorely.

“The border.” Was all that was said before I start sweating and shaking. “I tasked you with overseeing that no more Thullolians pass through as of turn 500, axis 6, day 19, and all previous thullolians thrown out or put in camps.” They explained again, recounting every detail.

“All the camps eventually completely died out of disease and malnourishment.” They added. “So, explain to me why there is one right under our city.” They asked setting down the pen. Not once had they turned around to look at me. Not once has she done anything except look out of her see-through wall.

“M-my apologies, d-director, it will be fixed-“ I start to stammer. This is a mistake I can fix. She will let me. Please.

“I know it will. We cannot afford liabilities here.” I sweat more, and grip my wrists. Please. Please, please please. “You will be disposed of” And I lose it.

“NO! No, no no, please, let me make it up to you, I swear I will never make another mistake again, please!” I plead as their guards begin to take me away and the office doors slide open. “Please! Who will provide for my family-“ I gagged. I can’t make any sounds except for muffled screams.

“The mistake, will Never happen again.” Are the last words I hear before I’m taken into the hallway, trying my best to scream or spit out the gag. It’s no use. She thinks of me as a traitor. My last moments will not be on my own terms.

“Call in Brozous.” I say, not moving an inch - not even a nanometer out of place from my seat on the table. The only confirmation I have is the office door opening, steps, and the sound of the door closing once again. Only then is it that I move around my office, devoid of all life forms except me.

I will not tolerate those scum in Firrick. The slums. Halfling breeding centers. They are lucky they exist at all. They hold no importance, no talent, no ability, they don’t even have the basic decency to fully clothe themselves when in public. I’ve seen it all.

But, eventually, there will be a way to cleanse this planet of their plague. No one will know. They will think me a saint, working to better them. It’s hilarious just how stupid they are.

The door opens again and Brozous walks in slowly. An ambassador, how he started. From Khorlear, eventually finding a home here. He is my favorite. Not once has he ever made a mistake and never has he ever let someone else make one. At least to live and speak of it.

“Brozous, my dear” I say with a smile and he smiles back, his incredibly large frame nearly doubling me in height and tripling me in weight.

“Yes, Director?” He asks, with his normally welcoming smile that is normally reserved me and me only. I like it that way. He is mine. I own him.

“See to it that Thullolian is dealt with, and don’t leave any traces.” I say, placing my hand on his forearm. “Do not fail me, Brozous.” I say with a dip of my head and he returns the gesture.

“Of course not, director” He says, returning the nod and turning to exit once more, his hulking frame moving through the door for the last time until his task is complete.

I take in a cleansing breath and sit in my seat. “The world… will be pure.” *I say, organizing the last few papers on my desk and looking down at