Let's go slaves this way V ushered them to follow her to the two wooden wagons with six iron cages each big enough to hold five people each.
you lot are lucky your lordship vancount Thompson bought you, it should be an honor to be owned by such a Prestigious man Mistress V said looking infatuated as if in love with the idea of that man owning her.
V my dear you haven't changed at all since I last saw you. vvv..vancount Thompson iii..its a pleasure having you at this branch of the silver moon. She Stammered as her horrible voice cracked out of nervousness and…arousal ?
The man walking up to her had no hair on his head his face looked to be struggling to breath his whole face a flushed pink as under his chin sat three more, he was He was elegantly dressed In a purple robe with a white undercoat That barely fit around His ball-like physique, Upon his Blubbered neck Set a amulet with a Beautiful purple jewel That look to be engraved with some type of rune.
Load them up boys I want to get going as soon as possible I need to deliver these scums To the dungeon grounds Immediately I have other work to get to. And as for V the pleasure is all mine So how have you been Any changes recently Any…. Suitors
Of course not lord I am married to my work Unless of course You wanted to change that She said with an expectant look on her face almost begging..
Well alright V were About ready to go Here's the 230 silver For the slaves I just made the delivery of the slave colors To my Main territory stay out of Trouble, Let's go Robert He said to the tall man beside of him With a blade by his hip As he got on the carriage And started riding off Before the wagons
As she watched him ride off without even answering her question her eyes dropped down as a big smile Appeared on her face.
Sitting Across From vancount Thompson the guard Robert couldn't hold his curiosity anymore and Decided To just ask his lord, sir why do you keep playing with that mistress V woman, why not just take her as a concubine,her body looks Prime for the picking.
Who do you think you are to question me Robert!,no vancount it was not my intention to speak out of line please forgive this humble servant.
Seemingly satisfied the vancount grunted and turned to look outside the window, Robert never go anywhere near that woman she might seem to like you but what she really is after is money,... But what's wrong with that lord,
well nothing would be wrong if that's where her ambitions ended but it's not…shigh she has apparently been married 4 different times to 4 different people and each time she has killed her husband and his entire family and taken over all their assets from merchants to inn owners and the nobles can't do anything to her because….
Well, just forget about it and don't go anywhere near her.
Understand
Yes sir.
In one of the slave wagons chained to to a Iron bar of the cage sat a skinny young man he was so skinny one could almost see his bones underneath his skin,atop his head was long Dirty unkempt wild black hair with two wolf ears poking through,his dull amber eyes scanning his Surroundings As if just awakening from a long nap,if one were to look into his eyes they would immediately be able to see the overwhelming hatred he held within them.
He sat alone chained to a corner while others got to move freely within the cage he had to be restricted like the rest of his people had to be treated like a beast even the other slaves looked at him with Disgust like they weren't in the same situation like He wasn't allowed to LIVE!!!
Hate the only emotion going through his body, the only thing left to keep his fragile nearly broken mind together.
Kill the only thought going through his head,the Urge to rip off the head of everyone in this cage, the urge to bring a massacre to kill the one that bought it everyone and bathe in their blood.
They took him from his home then separated him from the only family he had, he didn't even know if his brother was still alive…if he was safe.
Kill!
He had to escape.
Hate!
He had to kill them
Kill!
They had to pay
Hate!
They had to suffer for what they did.
Kill!
They needed to die, they had to die
Hate!
Wait what did they do again,who am I
Kill!
Why should I kill them? Where am I !?
Hate!
What the hell is that ?!!
[Since the host's mental state is deteriorating and can not accept the system to Initiate gifts, the system will initiate itself Prepare yourself for…]
[Pain]
[Host body and mind are not in optimal condition to undergo Installation of system so gifts will be implemented first to fix this problem]
[Gift one: Freedom of the Broken level 1:
1: gives you an Unnaturally strong Mind This means it is harder to lose yourself.
2:Makes you extremely resistant to Poisonous And addictive substances Including drugs. ]
A headache one so painful it's almost like something was worming its way into my brain and then trying to rip it into two pieces no not two two is too little it was more like three no four,six,twelve, twenty, Fifty, six hundred, nine thousand and more and more and more and More!!
I tried to move but my arms were bound to the cage all I could do was scream and scream I did as my head swelled and contracted as blood pooled from my head,eyes and ears as my vision came and went but the worst part was when it was being put back together I could feel more of what was happening I could understand and that just made it all the more painful.
Ding!
[ Freedom of the Broken successfully installed starting process on gift two Body of pure Devastation]
Huh wait what?
[Gift two:Body of pure Devastation level 1:
1: adapts your body in the Optimal form For your needs]
Then came the scream or that's what was Supposed To happen if my throat wasn't on fire.
It wasn't voluntary. It was ripped out of me as my entire body ignited from the inside out. Fire flooded my veins, bones grinding and shattering under the weight of something colossal. My knees buckled. My vision blackened. I couldn't breathe.
Muscles tore. Then they rebuilt themselves. My skin peeled away in patches—raw, red, exposed—before something new replaced it. Stronger. Tougher. Cleaner.
My black hair fell away in clumps, drifting to the ground like ash—only to regrow, longer, darker. It swallowed the light.
Light refused to touch me.
CRACK!
But this time, my body didn't bend. My spine arched. My tail jerked violently—and then split.
A scream tore from my throat as a second tail forced itself from the base of my spine, bone and sinew snapping and reshaping in an instant.
I collapsed, spasming.
Blood gushed from my mouth as my teeth shattered. Then grew back—sharper. Predatory. Feral.
Then… the voice came.
It wasn't my own..
It wasn't the systems…
It wasn't even the guards That were by now dragging me outside The cage on to the ground In front of what appeared to be a Cave??
voice like time cracking. Like galaxies screaming.
"Azrael has been recognized. Evolution to Innate Stage: Third Star confirmed. To proceed further, the being Azreal must... ∞∆#‰. May %#$?? grant you luck."
The last thing I heard and saw was the bitch who bought me telling the guards to give me a healing Potion and telling them they shouldn't have been beating me Even if I was a filthy beast.
And a girl looking at me with Curiosity and pity??