Self-imposed nerfs

In the office of a glass skyscraper located in London, the world's new center, Kyutee giddily gazed out the window, lounging cross-legged and fully-clothed in her comfy chair with wine glass in hand. All her exposed skin was covered in beauty gloop, with one of her eyes covered up with a cucumber. But the wine glass was the oddity as even if Kyutee's mouth wasn't covered with the beauty gloop, it was permanently sealed thanks to injecting herself with the archangel drug.

For thirteen long years, her subordinates had to put up with her muffled speech, struggling to comprehend what she so wished. Yet despite being permanently gagged, Kyutee had managed to enslave the entirety of Earth's human population, and maneuver the politics of her home world in order to solidify her rule over Earth. It was a testament to her intellect, and a frighting one at that. Worse, after 13 years, she could make her second move.

"Madam Kyutee, Species H, colony 69, specimens 03302015.0800 and 03302015.0900 have been reported missing," an aide reported.

"Just as expected, and Colony 69 is right near the remains of your prison. Finally, you can make your first move, and I my second," Kyutee thought as she spun around as an octo-bot sucked the beauty gloop off her head and face.

Once that was done, the octo-bot spewed out some oil before returning to it's little corner, allowing Kyutee to stroke her still bald head as her aide forced herself to keep a straight face.

"Mmph ngh mmph. Ngh mmph ngh."

The aide, known as Nelliana Nella Nelson, let out an audible groan and clutched her face with her hand. She had been stationed on Earth for 13 years, yet still had no idea what her master was saying. It was possible to understand the words of one with the archangel drug, but only if they themself took said drug. While the archangel drug did grant great unworldly power and enhanced thinking comprehension, it not only permanently sealed it's user's mouth, but also required they be completely devoid of hair in order to use. And to add insult to injury, at least to some, the drug forced it's user to constantly maintain their bald state via hair removal beauty regiments, even though their hair follicles had long since been destroyed.

Kyutee was one of those who relished in her gagged and bald state, much to the annoyance of her servants. The bald state was manageable as most of the servants didn't mind occasionally shaving and oiling her, deeming grooming their master as part of their jobs as servants. This was despite the fact that bald heads were generally viewed as a degrading trait in Leeannan society. The gagged part was the problem as Kyutee refused to communicate in any other way other than speaking. She did accompany her muffled speech with gestures but that did little to help, especially if gestures alone couldn't properly convey her thoughts.

Some servants tried to skirt around this by prompting Kyutee to communicate via writing, but she stubbornly refused, unless it was to issue an official order via an e-blast to the colony overlords. That was the one loophole that allowed Kyutee to get her orders out. She knew this too, in fact nothing was stopping her from just communicating via writing 24/7 aside from pride. Her being gagged for the rest of her life was a self-imposed nerf, a nerf to make her life and life-sized death game all the more entertaining, for her.

As Nelliana began massaging Kyutee's head, Kyutee let out a blissful muffled moan before repeating her initial orders.

"Mmph ngh mmph. Ngh mmph ngh."

Again, Nelliana's face scowled. "Madam, with all due respect, I fail to understand thy muffled speech."

"Mmph ngh mph ngh [Then become an archangel]," Kyutee glared as she pointed at the glowing neon blue padlock symbol etched on her cheek.

"No, I'm not binding my tongue for an eternity, nor shaving my head. Seriously, you know shaved heads are a sign of degradation in our society, so why did you willingly degrade yourself not just with that, but also by poisoning your blood with the archangel drug!? That was made to subject humans to, not our kind!"

"Ngh mmph ngh mmph ngh ngh mmph ngh [But I proved our kind can wield it's power]."

"No, all you've proven is that if a Leeanna takes the drug they just become a bald gagged mess. The drug may not be lethal, but it's effectively a curse for our kind as it grants us nothing! Nothing but hindrance and degradation!"

Kyutee let out a sad moan, as she slowly kicked her feet in the air. Nelliana didn't buy the sad act and as she finished the massage and gave Kyutee's head a mighty slap, eliciting a pained moan from her master.

"If you're going to be difficult, I'll just leave. As per your own written rule book, we have every right to leave without fulfilling your requests, should we not be able to understand a word of your speech!"

Another self-imposed nerf by Kyutee, should anyone not understand her orders, they were not obligated to follow them. There were many such instances of this in these long 13 years, frustrating Kyutee greatly at times, but it was what it was. And despite those setbacks, she got to where she was, supreme overlord of the earth. Of course, if there was an order she wanted followed at all costs, that her subordinates couldn't comprehend, she'd get up and do it herself.

Nelliana's eyes widened as Kyutee got out of her chair and strutted over to the bookcase. There, she opened a book with a brown felt cover, and out popped a fur coat which she draped over her shoulders.

"M- Madam Kyutee, you're going out!?"

Kyutee responded with a muffled giggle as she sat back down in her chair and crossed her legs. With a mighty whoosh, the chair along with Kyutee crashed out of the window, falling head first towards the ground below.

"MADAM KYUTEE!"

If her mouth wasn't permanently sealed behind a wall of neon blue flesh, Kyutee would grin mischievously from ear to ear. It was true that she had displayed no extraordinary powers from taking the archangel, at least according to tests and her own word. But both could be manipulated. Kyutee had in fact gained powers from the archangel drug, it just wasn't a very potent power, a least not on paper.

With a whoosh and a whizz, Kyutee's free-fall suddenly turned into a slow fall, tumbling slowly as if in a zero-gravity vacuum. She reached the ground momentarily and uncrossed her legs before rising out of her chair. Guards nearby frantically ran to check on her well-being, but Kyutee shrugged them off, instead issuing a muffled order coupled by her pointing her finger at her chair then back up at her office on the top floor.

"Uh, you wish for us to bring your chair back?"

"Ngh, ngh, ngh [Yes, yes, yes]!" Kyutee happily clapped.

The guards saluted, but as they began grabbing the chair, Kyutee suddenly sat back down in it.

"M- Madam Kyutee?"

"Mmmph!" Kyutee glared as she pointed off to the distance.

The guards looked in said direction, noticing a human girl with shoulder-length brunette hair, clad in a t-shirt, track-pants, and running shoes standing by the main gate.

"Her? If I recall, she's one of the loyalists to us. You want her to come with?"

Kyutee nodded and in a flash the guard ran off to get the girl while the others began carrying Kyutee and chair back to the office.

"And now, the stage is set. Archangel, will you rise, or have you long since passed?" Kyutee thought as she let out a soft muffled chuckle.