Phei smiled:
"Do you know the worst punishment I can imagine for someone as you— a Progenitor of an entire race who once stood at the pinnacle of power?"
Marcus's lips shifted faintly, but no answer escaped him.
Phei had not expected one either. He simply wanted the idea spoken aloud, wanted Marcus conscious enough to understand exactly what was about to happen before the last pieces capable of preserving his dignity were taken from him.
"Killing you isn't it," Phei continued, his voice was so soft against the vastness surrounding them. "Pain isn't it either. You people understand pain. You've fought probably wars for eons, destroyed even the strongest of the enemies and survived things even immortals couldn't imagine. Even slavery isn't enough, because somewhere inside that stupid ancient Soul you'd still know what you once were even when you become my slave; you'd still awaken your fancy power and bloodline on that overrated day."
