Death's head

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Indigo Jaxx, general of the Death’s Head, wipes sweat from his forehead and straightens the sleeve of his silver-and-black uniform. He hates himself for doing so and knows that he will make someone suffer for his moment of weakness. He’s a Death’s Head general, after all.

“You understand?”

Raising his head, General Jaxx meets the eyes burning into his own.

“Oh yes,” he says. “I understand.”

“You find him,” says the voice.

The general nods.

“He is nobody. It is important you remember that.” The voice has said this before. It is obviously significant. And a response is obviously required.

“Nobodies can be difficult to find-”

“But you will find him?”

“Yes, sir.”

Other functionaries give OctoV a wide range of titles. Great leader, victorious emperor, all-seeing mind… General Jaxx calls him sir. So far, OctoV has not complained. In fact, the general is pretty sure he likes it.

“And when I find him, sir?”

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