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He did not know of her birth, nor the circumstances that led her way from Molech's embrace at the hands of heretical parents. To Ar-Khalba, this woman was an outsider. An unproven woman -- still an initiate. However, her interest in learning the ways of the Malkaria stirred something within him. It was respect. She would do fine among them. Like her name suggested, she would be one of Molech's chosen.

And so, he would serve her unceasingly -- happily -- just as he did with the sisters Eshamun and Arunik'ra. He smiled. Rising to his feet, he drew near to her. With the tip of his muzzle he lightly trailed across the scruff of her neck, whispering, "There is one final thing."

He pulled back; his motion teasing. "There is a social order to be upheld. The women must be exalted above the rest. It is my purpose, as a male and sole consort of the Malkaria, to ensure this." Ar-Khalba occupied the bottom rung in their society, but he relished in his position. In more ways than one, he was greatly rewarded. "It is my purpose to serve you and the sisters in whatever you desire."