“Get out of my court, Aramaz son of Rehan and Yerahuni,” proclaimed Marzban, his fists trembling, “and take this improperly born child with you back to your mother, if you are so concerned!”
Aramaz looked to the old god, and then to Hayr, who could find no words, and back to the old god. “Uh,” he said, “no.”
Marzban’s eyes slowly widened, as though no word so foul had ever been heard in the darkest places. “… What?”
“Sorry, I’ll speak up, old man,” Aramaz told him. “NO.”
This is the rough draft (as in, I need to sleep on this, I'm out of discernment for the night) of music that will be soon appearing in my web novel Glory in the Thunder. Aramaz is a boy who may literally be the divine personification of the word "no." That is the God of Law he is telling to fuck off. He is my straightest son but I still love him very much