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It’s not that they never get around to it. It’s that the thought of taking on the responsibility of thralls is so paralyzing that they cannot muster the willpower to get it done.
“Hey boss, you ready to bestow eternal life unto us and forever bind us to servitude?”
“Shit, I forgot dude. I’m sorry. Still have some prep to do but I’ll keep you updated.”
That’s a lie. ADHD folks forget a lot of things, but not the horror that is being locked in your useless body watching the clock tick down while you scream internally to just DO THE THING INSTEAD OF TORMENTING YOURSELF FOR HOURS, DAYS, WEEKS, or god forbid CENTURIES when the fix is a simple bite and being fucking honest with your thralls, hoping they understand.
Another hour passes. Executive dysfunction doesn’t care. Not like you can metabolize your medicine for it anymore.
Wholesome plot twist: the thralls to be know. They don’t really care about the conversion, they just think you’re cool and see you struggling to manage your lair. The conversion is just so they can help you out after death.