I serve no one!

Staring at your creator every fiber of your being told you to bow, to submit. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You were beautiful beyond comprehension, you held within you awesome power that could shake the world! you need not lower yourself to your so called creator.

And as it was, you stood rigid and firm looking directly and defiantly into the eyes of the dark lord who sought to conquer the world. And then... looked away. Bearing a tremendous insult to your creator, causing you could hear the creaking of metal as he no doubt clenched his fist together.

"Come Uldar, this one is also defective, we shall try again tomorrow" Turning his back and leaving with Uldar trailing ever so slightly behind after giving you a pleased look as they left the room. And it is at this moment your ego grew massively causing you to have a triumph grin spread across your beautiful features.

Only to have it quickly and violently replaced with a face of anguish as a massive shadowy hand grasped hold of your lower abdomen and squeezed. crushing you like the bug you were.