No Choice

The beam vanished. The claws retracted, and the man fell to the floor, gagging as a stomach that had never known food tried to wretch. His mark, newly burned in to him, glared up at her accusingly.

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“LEAVE MARKER.” The dark eyes shut, the awful mouth closed. She pulled him away.

“What- ” he gagged. “What are they?”

“Masters,” she said. “Servants of the One That Devours All. Evil and metal, bound to his purpose. We serve them, they serve him, we all serve him.”

“But why?”

“Because there is no choice,” she said, dragging him on.