He couldn’t afford to hesitate but neither could he make himself leave even though a quick death would be the likely outcome.
He’d received his instruction from the BIG ONE, and he’d felt honoured, but he didn’t want to return to the drudgery of daily life before seeing this.
Flitting closer he stilled as the door opened, their expression reverent.
He hated them, they killed his kind daily, as if it meant nothing, but the virus he’d dropped on the crown would be the great equalizer.
As the elderly man picked up the crown the fly flew through the window.