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Kinich died today. It was a stupid kind of death. His heart stopped beating in his sleep. no fanfare, no horrific death like that worthless scum of the abyss said. Nope nothing fancy just went and left quietly in the night. THIS IS HUMILIATING! The Great Dragonlord K’uhul Ajaw cannot believe that this is the way Kinich finally croaked.
He slept in small side of Kinich’s bed and woke up in new body, disoriented. He didn’t even realised it first untill he came up to rub his eyes from sleep.
The sun was starting to touch the spot he was sleeping in, when Ajaw realised Kinich is dead. It was odd, he didn’t remember the sun that circled the sky to be even remotely feeling like it was barely there. Ugh, what a horrible first impression. Was Kinich’s eyesight actually this awful? Everything is too blurry to see.
He then only belatedly realised he was crying. How odd, why was he crying? Was Kinich had been holding back so much tears everyday? No, it couldn’t been Kinich, his tears should’ve dried up years ago.
Was it—
Knocking was heard from the front door before Ajaw could complete that thought.
… Isn’t his worthless dead servant’s friends Mualani and Kachina is coming to visit today? Something about a fun expedition or something. Ah, this is going to be tedious isn’t it?
The first time walking since was weird. His steps are so light, nothing like it was thousands of years ago. It felt unnatural to him. It felt awful.
He opened the door to face both his late servant’s friends. Maybe it was something in his posture or the way he was looking at the both of them, but it was like they realised from a look that it wasn’t Kinich. Not anymore.
Kachina hugged his legs crying her out. Ajaw should’ve pushed her away, but his throat constricted when tried to talk. So he sat on the small steps of Kinich’s hut with two girls silently crying alongside them.
Mualani wiped the tears off Ajaw, the tears he had left behind making a large stain in front of the night shirt Kinich wore when he died. No more bickering, No more bounties he had to place on Kinich. Just Ajaw and freedom he was due at last.
This freedom felt sickening.
How odd, to grieve for someone whose corpse was still breathing.