Was it a perfect system? No, I'll admit that it wasn't. But it was a system. We had an understanding.
Now they pass by my shrine as though it isn't there. Hustling and bustling on their little meaningless voyages through their little meaningless lives, popping in and out of their ever growing town. Nary an acknowledgement of my once feared might.
Soon I will have no choice. Soon I will have to rise again, and feed on their terror instead of their respect. My beak will flash like thunder, my claws will strike like rain. My wings will blot out their sun and I will feast on the flesh until I am filled, and then I can return to my slumber.
To be honest, it's a hassle. And fear has such a... sour taste. I don't want to do this. I begrudge them nothing in their growing world.
It's just that... they used to bow.
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