My Butler Has Dissociative Identity Disorder

[A lighthearted, ridiculous story about nonhuman characters]

Evil, chaos, and foreknowledge born of the fear of death.

That's how people usually describe us necromancers.

But they don't need to be afraid anymore, because I just blew myself up and ended up in another plane. Here, my new identity is the head attendant of the Temple of Light.

Isn't that like being the butler to my old nemesis's boss?

Absolutely not!

So I urgently decided to summon a butler to work in my place.

After making a puppet, I shouted, "Answer my summons from the darkness! My servant!"

But the puppet didn't move. It seemed the summoning had failed.

I couldn't accept that, so as a well-read person, I tried some other summoning spells.

It finally moved on the sixth try.

*

Having successfully summoned a butler to work for me, I am now taking it easy.

Everything is wonderful, except my butler seems a little... split personality.

Monday: a wildly cool, arrogant guy;

Tuesday: a full-blown maniac;

Wednesday: a shy, reliable puppy type;

Thursday: a considerate mom friend;

Friday: a melancholy little rose;

Saturday: a silent big shot who steals the show;

Sunday is more of a challenge, with random personalities taking the job.

...I've had it. I'm going to fire him sooner or later!

But it's only noon, so, sigh, I'll make do for now.

*

An old god, long forgotten by their believers, was suddenly summoned into a puppet body.

They weren't enraged at being made a fool of. They were simply confused.

As it happens, the Scarlet Abyss Dragon, the King of the Azure Forest Elves, the God of Light, and... all felt the same way.

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