Challenge Name and Number: Possession, #032
Drabble Title: Mastery Is But An Illusion
Word Count: 250 (not counting this bit)
Warnings (if applicable): None
Pairings (if applicable): None
Author's note: My brain is dead and no matter what I did I couldn't come up with anything other than this. EHHHHHHHHHH *headdesk*
Summary: Let the man think what he would. It bowed to no mortal.

It recognized no mortal as its master.

Certainly, the man currently wielding it could claim that he knew its secrets, knew its power, knew everything that it was capable of and more. He could claim that he had dominance over it, that he had absolute control of its power.

Had it a voice, it would have laughed in derision.

The only reason it allowed the man and his "pawns," as he called them when he was alone (and it would have laughed again at the irony of the statement) to possess its power was because it needed their help to raise the Leviathan from the dark depths of the ocean where it was trapped. Had it not been for that reason, it would have done away with this pathetic human with his delusions of grandeur instead of keeping him alive for ten thousand years.

But no matter. It had patience…it had lasted this long. It could bide its time until it had enough strength to break free of the "control" exerted over it.

Let the silly mortal think what he would. Let him assume that he was in charge, if it meant keeping the former king under its power so as to gather that vital energy. Let the man and his Swordsmen assume that they had mastered it. The truth would be realized too late for any action to be taken against it.

For the truth is that these little insignificant beings did not possess anything.

The Orichalcos possessed them.