For Family Forever

Angry Mewbeast

[Author's note: Torvis has horns like a Nubian Goat, I didn't really know how to describe them better than I did and he has makeup that's on the fancier side of looking like a traditional jester

Your name is Kurloz Makara and today you're to greet the newest of your faithful. Young brothers and sisters with minds and bodies ready to be molded to serve your messiahs. Serving the empire comes second to your gods and the Empress knows and accepts that, so long as her orders get fulfilled. You put on your face paint, menacing as it is, rake your claws through the unruly curls of your hair and pull on your best armor. You have to make a good first impression on these kids, barely out of their grub phase. They're going to look to you for leadership and protection in the coming sweeps and you want to show them that they can. You are the Grand Highblood, the most powerful troll in your caste and the highest societal position underneath the Empress herself. You've served the empire as Grand Highblood for at least two hundred sweeps, you've been alive another hundred on top of that, and nothing fills you with joy the way seeing your newest faithful does, with their eyes full of admiration and fear and respect. Well... almost nothing. You look over to the body asleep in your recuperacoon, hanging his arms over the edge, snoring softly. He gives you more joy than you ever thought you could feel. You contemplate for a moment, waking him, he does love to see the youngest faithful. But you figure he could use the sleep. You gently place a kiss between his horns, so much like yours, but smaller, and exit the Big Top and head towards the main church. You stand outside the door and hear sister Condor giving the young ones the break down, she introduces the schoolfeeders and explains where the respite blocks are. Then she introduces you, and you hear the sounds of the young faithful losing their collective shit. You stiffle a laugh and burst through the door. You stand before them, and give them a chance to quiet down. The air is electric with excitement. But you feel a cold, sharp stare. You scan the room to see about a hundred cheerful painted faces before you see him. All the way in the back, a kid in full jester attire has his eyes locked on you. His makeup is that of a jester as well, white face, over extended smile, a triangle drawn over each eyebrow, and one under his left eye, three under his left. His horns look a little too big for him, they curved back and down and then back up, in almost a wide circle. He's staring at you though wide eyes, dark like little coals, burning into you. His muscles are tense. He looks like an angry mewbeast, small and puffed up to protect himself from predators, almost like he would hiss at you if you got too close. Interesting. He's probably nervous you think. You turn away from him to face the rest of the new family.
      "Welcome littlest brothers and sisters. As sister Condor said, I am the Grand Highblood. While you are on my fleet, you are my family and I will be your strength. When heinous motherfuckers try to do you wrong, they're going to have to answer to me, as well as your older family, and they will face the most wicked fucking judgment. You will be safe on this ship, with messiahs blessings and the strength of your family, you will be safe." The young ones all watch you, in silent admiration, with the exception of the one in the back, who is still trying to burn a hole through your chitin with his eyes.
      "But that's not something you'll have to worry about for at least another few sweeps. We try to keep the young ones in schoolfeeding. Shape your minds into perfect vessles for the messiahs rage and mercy. You'll have all the time to wreak holy havoc on some nasty heretics once you're a little closer to pupation." You finish your speech by reading the kids a few verses of scripture and turn to head back to the Big Top and back to your love, but you can't shake the boys eyes on you in the church. As you open to doors to your throne room, you can't help but feel like it was a familiar look, but you can't place where you had seen it before. You felt like he was someone you should be keeping an eye on. You make a mental note of it, and you sit in your throne, gigantic and covered in colors, splatters of paint to match the walls. You have about half a second to breathe before your love lands in your lap. Gamzee feels feather light, and he smiles up you you, his eyes, so different from that kids, they were big and warm and slowly turning the same purple as your shared blood as he got closer to pupation. You lift his chin with a massive clawed finger and kiss him deep. The kid will be fine, right now you have far more important matters to attend to.