Status: Ongoing
Rating: T / 13+
Genre(s): Fantasy
Setting: Oceanside
Word Count: 12,780
Kairi, who had spent the last twenty years, essentially her entire life, as Kairi, secretarial and house slave to Bezdeh Moonshadow, was sitting in a comfortably dark hallway on an uncomfortable stone floor, grappling with the very beginnings of how to cope with just being Kairi.
She’d heard of Khldom, god of justice, of course. She was a fucking secretarial slave. Yes, sure, the oldest of dark elves could remember a time before his presence in their legal system, but that just served to cement his legend, because occasionally one might hear from someone who remembered when it happened. And in the here and now, there were statues of him in courthouses. His name was never invoked in proceedings, because everyone was a bit too worried they’d catch his attention, but things were done with him in mind. At least, in theory.
In reality, most lawyers were probably like her, in that the concept of a god, even a god of the thing she did, was a very distant concept. It wasn’t as if he’d show up at her work desk and demand to see if her papers were in order. It wasn’t as if he’d appear in court.
Except for the times he did.
Except for today.