In this scene from Bringer of Chaos, the human warrior Six expects an apology after being treated like a servant in a previous scene. Pietas has refused to acknowledge him as an equal, and Six has had enough of it.
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Six wandered away from the camp, and came back with an armful of small twigs. He stooped, and began laying them on the fire. The smoke rose, and the heat began sizzling the fish. He sat, feeding the fire.
The scent drifted to Pietas, making his stomach clench with hunger. His mouth watered. He had not smelled food in over a year, and his senses were starved for the meal, and for the experience of the texture and taste. Hot, flaky fish against his tongue. Licking the smoky liquid from his fingers, sucking the juices into his throat.
“Now that’s a phrase I recognize.” Six pivoted toward him.
Pietas hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud. “Pardon?”
“That sounded like ‘I’m hungry’ in Naro.”
“You speak Naro?” As a rule, Ultras reserved their language for use among themselves. Though based on the human language Latin, it had many words Latin didn’t. What humans didn’t know they couldn’t use against you.
“I know a few words.” Six broke a twig and tossed it into the flames. “Enough to know you’re hungry. You want some?” He turned the fish. Its juices hissed over the fire.
“It smells amazing.”
“Sure thing. I didn’t realize you’d be ready to apologize so soon.”
“Apolo– what? Since when does an Ultra apologize to a human? And for what?”
“Oh, I think we both know the answer to that question.” Six quirked an eyebrow, as if waiting for an answer.
Pietas refused to grace that with a reply.
“Fine.” Six shrugged. “More for me.” He swiped a finger along a cooked portion of the fish, and tasted it. “Oh, this is delicious. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
The fish sizzled, releasing a tantalizing smell. Pietas’s stomach growled.
Six shot him a glance, but said nothing. He pulled one off the fire and tested the fish against his tongue. “Perfect temperature.” He bit into it, and then waved the fish toward Pietas. “You should taste this! Tender, flaky, moist. Never had fish good as this. Purest water you can imagine to swim in. Not a bit of pollution on the planet.” He bit into the filet, and moaned as if in rapture.
Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas
Immortal. Warrior. Outcasts. Traitors took everything. Except their honor.
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