Ode To My Master

200 years ago, before the humans were alive, even before the Angels and Daemons were waging war. The undead have been at odds with eachother, vampires oppressed zombies for years, seeing my kinda as little more than slave labor and conscripted soldiers for their petty duels between clans. The Zombies one day decided to rise up, and a war was waged. This war has waged on for centuries, right under the nose of human society, blood spilled over thousands of years built cities; they recreated history through all the hardships of our war.

Sadly, even with the advantages we had, the zombies lost the war, and the vampires were harsh in their punishment. Persecuted for our crimes, we were bound to our undead regents, each vampire given a servant, those who refused; were of no consequence. I followed under multiple masters, each bigger fools than the last; and now once again, I am awaiting a new master. Once again I am waiting to serve, I long since made peace with my bondage; and this will be no different. With luck, maybe this fool will get themselves killed like the others before him.

"Stand Up, Undead servant." I stand up, unwilling to show disobedience, the slavemaster's cudgel is not a pleasant feeling. The slaver inspects me, just like all the other times; the process is routine at this point. Check my teeth, assess my body size, check to see if I show any signs of rabid fury, that sort of thing; The master allows me to see who I will serve this time.

My new master doesn't look like a vampire, but looks deceive. The sod appears to be pretty thrilled about having a servant, my guess is that the vampire is new to the transformation. The disgustingly giddy smile that plasters his pale face makes me sick to my stomach, I want to punch the fool, maybe break those fang of his; we all know how vampires are about that. My new master motions for me, I'd prefer being back in the cage than be servile to this newly formed. As per usual of all servants, I bow; apparently my new master was a bit taken aback by the gesture. Great, I'm bound to a naive fool.

"Servant, what is your name?" My master's voice is soft, and timid; this is quite a surprise. Usually masters are hard spoken and authoritative, but this one; You'd think he was a slave.

"Names are given by their masters." 'You damn fool' This fool annoys me for his ignorance, but its slightly endearing.

"Very well, you will be named Titori, I am Master Apicis."

Strange how my bondage to Apicis became quite a cherished memory, But I digress. Master Apicis was not a noble in vampire society, but he still was entitled to a servant as par the conditions of our defeat. As a servant, I was tasked with the keeping of his small estate, It was a new experience. Apicis lived among the humans and I had to go in disguise to hide the fact I am a zombie. The human plane is more eventful than the undead plane, there is quite the nightlife for the humans, Apicis allows me to indulge in this from time to time; if I do my duties right.

Life is pretty simple as a servant to Apicis, but strangely enough; he seems... Aloof. The master rarely gives orders to me, He is quite relaxed compared to my other masters. To even compare him to the others is practically an insult, but why does his aloofness annoy me.

What is this feeling I have in my core, the air around my master is quite calming. I do not know what this feeling is, but I wish to know more of it; I want to understand what I feel for my master. What has Apicis done to me, Why do I feel warmth in my undead core when he praises me. Why do I feel sadness when he leaves for business, and immense joy when he returns? Why do I feel disgust when he speaks to those who wish to court him, the hatred for them; I could vomit!

Is it love, Is a servant allowed to love their master? Would such feelings be considered taboo between our kinds. Would the master accept, or would he toss me aside. I do not care for the consequences, I simply must confront him. I must speak with my soundless heart, and I much recite my ode to you, My Master.