11-11-2017, 05:39 AM
Shaiapouf shivered, hugging himself. It had taken so long. So long. But he’d found her.
It hadn’t been easy. He’d had to gradually, grudgingly ingratiate himself with the Empire. It had been largely thankless work. In the absence of his King, Shaiapouf found the idea of working for anyone else … humiliating. Humans were foul, worthless parasites whose only claim to power was their apparent numerousness in this world, and the multiverses that supposedly existed.
Shaiapouf found himself resentful towards the one named Omni. Yes, it was true that he was the sole reason the chimera ant still lived. But why, why would such an allegedly wise and powerful being, not a human himself, choose to populate the world with such … common savages? And to reduce his own power to the same as they! It was as though the … Shaiapouf hesitated to use the word ‘god’ – it was as though Omni was mocking the pride of the ants.
When the King comes … thought Shaiapouf, We shall see how long this ‘Omni’ remains at the top of the food chain.
Her name was Sarah Kerrigan. On the Dataverse they called her ‘The Queen of Blades’.
She was beautiful by human standards. Beautiful by ant standards. Just beautiful. She reminded Shaiapouf of Zazan, a tall and intensely charismatic chimera ant who’d broken away from the colony after the King’s birth. Except Kerrigan was truly a queen, truly the pinnacle of her own species – the Zerg – in the same way Meruem was the pinnacle of the chimera ants.
Shaiapouf clasped his hands together as he imagined what their offspring might look like. He spent a minute in front of the computer screen, enraptured by thoughts of little Merrigans running around, killing humans, eating their flesh.
No! It was too much! Beaming, Shaiapouf pushed the computer screen away. He took a minute to collect himself.
Her last known whereabouts were Darkshire, in the undead-infested verse known as the Pale Moors. She’d been killed. This grated on the butterfly-ant …. but had not he been killed? Had not the King? Humans were devious, disgusting creatures whose supremacy was only the product of their foulness. The ants – the new ants – would have to be better. More cunning. More powerful. More willing to do what had to be done.
Shaiapouf closed his fist.
He loved the King. The ant would never reproduce, but he imagined that he loved Meruem like a parent loved their child. It burned him to think of the King in pain, and the desire – the need to elevate the King to his proper position in the world, as ruler of everything! That burned too. It was the fire that kept Shaiapouf going.
And yet … the King alone could not elevate the ants to their true place at the head of the world. This, Shaiapouf knew. It was the King’s very perfection that stood in his way. He was beautiful in his own right – full of pride, honour, and a moral compass. It brought a tear to Shaiapouf’s eye … and yet, he knew that such beauty was also the King’s weakness. The humans had no such beauty, no such honour. They would stoop low, and lower still. They would lie and cheat, steal and stab each other in the back.
The King could not lower himself to that level. It was not in his nature.
But Shaiapouf was no king. He was an ant, yes – but a mere grub, an insect, a nothing in comparison. He had to be the one to lower himself. To do the tasks that the King would not. To hold close to his chest knowledge that the King would balk at. To do whatever it took.
Kerrigan. Sarah Kerrigan was the key. And she was out there somewhere.
It was only a matter of time.
It hadn’t been easy. He’d had to gradually, grudgingly ingratiate himself with the Empire. It had been largely thankless work. In the absence of his King, Shaiapouf found the idea of working for anyone else … humiliating. Humans were foul, worthless parasites whose only claim to power was their apparent numerousness in this world, and the multiverses that supposedly existed.
Shaiapouf found himself resentful towards the one named Omni. Yes, it was true that he was the sole reason the chimera ant still lived. But why, why would such an allegedly wise and powerful being, not a human himself, choose to populate the world with such … common savages? And to reduce his own power to the same as they! It was as though the … Shaiapouf hesitated to use the word ‘god’ – it was as though Omni was mocking the pride of the ants.
When the King comes … thought Shaiapouf, We shall see how long this ‘Omni’ remains at the top of the food chain.
Her name was Sarah Kerrigan. On the Dataverse they called her ‘The Queen of Blades’.
She was beautiful by human standards. Beautiful by ant standards. Just beautiful. She reminded Shaiapouf of Zazan, a tall and intensely charismatic chimera ant who’d broken away from the colony after the King’s birth. Except Kerrigan was truly a queen, truly the pinnacle of her own species – the Zerg – in the same way Meruem was the pinnacle of the chimera ants.
Shaiapouf clasped his hands together as he imagined what their offspring might look like. He spent a minute in front of the computer screen, enraptured by thoughts of little Merrigans running around, killing humans, eating their flesh.
No! It was too much! Beaming, Shaiapouf pushed the computer screen away. He took a minute to collect himself.
Her last known whereabouts were Darkshire, in the undead-infested verse known as the Pale Moors. She’d been killed. This grated on the butterfly-ant …. but had not he been killed? Had not the King? Humans were devious, disgusting creatures whose supremacy was only the product of their foulness. The ants – the new ants – would have to be better. More cunning. More powerful. More willing to do what had to be done.
Shaiapouf closed his fist.
He loved the King. The ant would never reproduce, but he imagined that he loved Meruem like a parent loved their child. It burned him to think of the King in pain, and the desire – the need to elevate the King to his proper position in the world, as ruler of everything! That burned too. It was the fire that kept Shaiapouf going.
And yet … the King alone could not elevate the ants to their true place at the head of the world. This, Shaiapouf knew. It was the King’s very perfection that stood in his way. He was beautiful in his own right – full of pride, honour, and a moral compass. It brought a tear to Shaiapouf’s eye … and yet, he knew that such beauty was also the King’s weakness. The humans had no such beauty, no such honour. They would stoop low, and lower still. They would lie and cheat, steal and stab each other in the back.
The King could not lower himself to that level. It was not in his nature.
But Shaiapouf was no king. He was an ant, yes – but a mere grub, an insect, a nothing in comparison. He had to be the one to lower himself. To do the tasks that the King would not. To hold close to his chest knowledge that the King would balk at. To do whatever it took.
Kerrigan. Sarah Kerrigan was the key. And she was out there somewhere.
It was only a matter of time.
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