Uldr looked at them both furtively and rocked on his toes like a child, "Yes, nothing is more beautiful than affection that is shared and returned through a bond." His presence was both imperious and gentle; dignified and graceful.
He cupped his cheek with a hand and supported the elbow with his other hand. "You have ambition, deep within you are both attracted to power. I admire that."
Then he skipped away, bouncing like a child. Guvronsek was lying as flat as he can on the floor in reverence to Uldr.
"To answer your inquiry, I would like you to understand that I do not impose my will on someone so that they would become a follower. No, I do not work that way. I liberate them from their sad pathetic state. Even the undead can get a reprieve from being such a lowly creature."
"This, is an example of a slave." Uldr pointed at Guvronsek and held his hand on his elbows.
"He is bound by an oath to obey a Master he did not choose. He was forced to stay in this wretched island, doing the same thing over and over again. That, is slavery." He held his hands together and tapped his chest. "I do not enslave my disciples, Rojeck." He pouted and balled his fists and scowled at the Nuit. "I had said nothing of the sort!" The god's indignation was obvious. Unlike other deities however, he actually reveled in his wrath. Uncharacteristic it may be for the god of undead, Uldr giggled.
Uldr gave his eyes back to Rojeck Harl. "I gave Guvronsek the opportunity to be free. To feel my Hate. To feel his Hate. He didn't like it at first, he declined my offer." He was somber as he said, "But he changed his mind eventually, he sought me and I was always there, always there waiting for him to embrace his Hate." A faint malicious smile lined his lips.
"And when he did, I gave him Power." The last word sung like a glorious echo in Rojeck's head. Even Senesus echoed, "Power."
"Tell, me did that sound like I enslaved him?" He continued without waiting for a response, "With that, your question is clarified." The red glint in Uldr's eyes became dots of red tears. As they fell down his pale cheeks, the child gave a dismal smile. The voice that resounded from his lips was no longer that of a child's but that of a rumbling, grumbling monster.
"Come undone!" Although Uldr would never give out his Gnosis to one who did not give his consent, he was cunning. Cunning enough to acknowledge an intention to serve and turn it into a full pledge of loyalty.
Rojeck Harl felt like he was suddenly released from a vacuum, as if his body would explode. Senesus shot an arm's length away from him. The pain was excruciating, but he was deaf to his own cries of anguish. His vision blurred, and the bond faded underneath the whirl of red and black around him. His flesh burned and ripped apart, twisting and coiling away from his bones. Even Senesus was not spared from the infinitesimal unraveling, his familiar was spread in smaller globules. A true testament to the bond between familiar and master - what one goes through, the other suffers as well. There was a faint anger crying through their bond. One by one, his disintegrating tissues fell back into place. Senesus was reconstructed, too exhausted to complain.
When it was all done, Rojeck did not look any different. But he certainly felt different, much much different than before. He felt stronger, the sluggishness was gone. He can move as well as any pulser. The growl has died, the child's voice was back. "You are a true undead now. Not as superior as you may hope, for you are still nothing but a Nuit. You will find that your ichor will always successfully turn someone into an undead. You must always use this gift, and use it well."
"You will find that your bond with your Sarawanki has matured, in the sense that you will always feel his hate and anger. You must not suppress this power." The power felt anything but powerful. It was a heavy burden placed upon his soul, an eternal anguish. "I have given you my Hate. Nurse this feeling, and you will delight me. I do not care to whom you shall give your hate. You might as well loathe me. I would certainly find that delightful!" His voice was almost sweet, encouraging, and adorable, if not for the frightening message endowed in his words.
Guvronsek then rose to his feet. There was an inexplicable frenzy on his face, as if he was standing up against his will. "Stop it, Guvronsek. Your show of fealty is almost creeping me out." Uldr whispered, fidgeting like a child. "Why don't you welcome the new addition to the family?"