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The Grandmaster Guin melancholically watched through his window down on the noble district of Fatue's capital, Katademos. A young boy of androgynous appearance, sold by his father to Guin has started feeling uncomfortable, massaging his new master's feet for fourth hour already. He was exhausted, the boy, to say the least. A man he had always seen as a knight in shining armour, an everlasting yet polite and genuine heroic smile Grandmaster had always been wearing on public were nowhere to be seen at the moment. - They are humorous little things, aren't they? – The knight said. Resting on shoulders golden with white spots hair got slicked back. Guin's lips curled into a smirk as he continued overseeing the town, and, perhaps, noticing something boy couldn't. - To think they are, in fact, worthy of living here. Their fathers? Perhaps. But not them, not those particular… Guin hesitated. He was choosing an appropriate word, while speaking with the boy for the first time. Thought infant himself wasn't supposed listener of lines knight spoke, rather, words were addressed to himself. Boy was mere lucky enough to be here at needed time, and wasn't considered important enough to be wary of – he clearly wasn't something to worry about. - Pigs. – Guin shrugged with his muscular shoulders. Scarlessness of body of his was much more fascinating tthan the way he was built, given to his age of more than 50. Second only to how young he looked compared to his age in actuality. Ignorant one could assume that hero was the if only little than an infant, who was serving his feet currently. - Leave them be, my fingers. – Aurelian proceeded. There was a hint of refreshed demeanor in his deep as an ocean, and just as blue eyes. Something managed to lighten up his mood, as last traces of melancholy faded. Simultaneously, child obeyed command of his master. Irving, that was his name, second boy in the family of military officer in one of the snowy layers. Was not long ago sold to the «rich man from the capital» by his father for a lot of coin. He couldn’t ever expected from one of the Church's chosens' to keep slaves. He was also specifically instructed by a rich-looking woman previously to maintain perfect silence in presence of Guin, unless commanded otherwise. So he obeyed. - Are you a eunuch, per chance? – Man asked, brushing flabbergasted Irving's fingers from his feet. All while eying his man-property from head to toe, especially stopping his gaze at crotch. - No, your radiance… - Irving responded with soft, not yet cracked voice. – My… uhh.. - You are going to be. As I command you to, undress. I shall preserve your beaty from ever being distorted by your masculine beginnings. – Guin rose from absurdly expensive armchair made of albino wolf. Naked, if course, he wasn't ever suppressing himself when bot at public. Armour, however able to protect Grandmaster of knight order from majority of blows, has proven itself to be as useful as Irving's primal male organs in Guin-Aurelians' mind – not at all, that is. - You shouldn't be worried about your bloodline dying, of course. If anything, your brother bears your family name too, just as your father is still capable of impregnating women as well. – Guin towered over overwhelmed Irving with his second smile, much less heroic and benevolent, yet somehow even more genuine than what infant saw before he first saw idol of many in person. – You are a failure of a man, do not deny it. Once you lose the source of your testesterone, you will reborn as something more befitting the form of your soul. One of deep blue eyes changed it's color to golden-yellow with quadrogram inside, as he watched paralyzed boy, now from behind and massaging letter's neck with one of his hands. Irving couldn’t tell for sure, yet he could swesr on everything he belived in that sensation, a huge amount of mildly hot, yet at the same time cold tentacles have started caressing his body from both outside and inside. Second arm was checking the temperature of the water in the bath, which was supposedly been prepared for him. Infernally hot, enough to compete with something that was outside of the Fatue's capital. Quite enough to boil a pair of eggs. - Yes, oh yeas. I can see it clear as a day, form your soul. To think that your nature has repelled so much against spiritual image is horrific, terrible indeed. – The voice in Irving's head started repeating it. A 10 years old boy wasn't used to this much of… «kindness» , moreover, he clearly didn't expect it from a man he was forced to be a slave of. A man, who was sitting with expressionless behavior while throwing random gazes at town for more than three hours straight. His consciousness was so clouded by sudden touch, warmth, slutryness of the bath room and sudden changes, so much so that he didn't hear what Guin said finally before lifting boy from the ground and placing soon-to-be castrat's testicles into boiling hot water. I might even get rid of this unright bloodline completely, for their genes aren't those of close to sanctity of our Father-God… Time skip to the time after procedure. The records of sterilization ritual are erased. A newborn child, this is what Irving was right now. A minute ago, perhaps, he was a frightened dog, fighting with the inevitable. But now? His determination to change anything was “gone for good”. Irving, or, as he just now realized, anouther person who shared the same body with child lied here, his weak enough before manly organ was absolutely destroyed by his new sovereign. He cannot help but lose the part of sanity from the pain, both physical and mental endured. - I do not see a mongrel I saw before, looking at your face. I see but an adjusted to fit its own soul being, a reincarnated alive. – Guin smiled with yet again new smile, one of a proud of his creation master. Thanks to him holding a baby boy from behind, he could still see himself in the mirror. - Me neither, ‘o sovereign eternal. – Those words as if appeared in the mind of responder by themselves. Irving, or rather, what remains of him didn’t recognize a single thing about the face he saw in the mirror, as if UT wasn’t his own. Those green eyes, this short black hair, those usless now remainings of penis. - You know what I am asking of you, ‘o sovereign eternal. – Reincarnated self of Irving proceeded, his soft voice nearly trembling. The mindbreaking sensations were still here, but from second to second were nowhere to be felt. - To give you a new name, to educate you as my personal flower yot are? Tis' was, from origin, my intention on your regard, flower. Not that flowers bear names, but that much I can close eyes on. Kneel. That was at the same time, done. Under other circumstance, previous self of the “flower” would’ve refused to kneel before anyone, as his older brother would have taught him. “We kneel before no man, brother.” He said. “We recognize the authority of only Gods, and them alone.” He said. “Of no matter it is now. The phrase was said to boy named Irving, not to me.” Flower replied to himself in thoughts. - As you command. – The Flower replied nothing but obedience and admiration in eyes of knelt down creature with human looks. - Your name, from now on, will be July. July Aurelian, after me, of course. - A befitting name for me. Guin smiled, mix of cruel satisfaction and psychotic adoration was radiating from the perfect human being he was. It got replaced with anouther, perverted expression on a perfect model's face, the one you'd see on a face of bathroom peeker. - Now, get to work you were intended to perform originally, July. With no questions asked, July Aurelian took a formidable sized “blessed rod” in mouth and began to perform his duty, as he thought, he was born to accomplish. Accepted his “fate”, fate – to serve his God and Master untull the last his leaf dies.