To All Readers:
The text you are about to read contains no sexual content... Yet. This is just the beginning of our adventure. I would like to state that all characters are 18 years of age or older. Welcome to my dark realm. I look forward to your feedback.
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Introduction:
It was a cool, summer's eve; the full moon rose until it reached its prime in the sky. The village, where its inhabitants retreated into the safety of their homes, soon became alive again. However the sounds you heard were not children playing, chickens clucking, and friendly vendors shouting. The sounds during this time of the year were much more morbid. Clinging chains, cracking whips, and groans of agony filled the town square.
Nightwalkers swarmed in like a dark plague.
While some of the aristocratic Nightwalkers shopped and browsed. There were some, misfits, that lingered in the alleyways. Hoping to snare an escaped slave or perhaps to lure a curious villager out of their home. The mortals in this village, or "cattle" according to the Nightwalkers, were weak-willed and succumbed to their charms quite easily.
A carriage made its robust appearance in the middle of the square. Everyone seemed a little taken aback. The Nightwalkers, which were familiar of the carriage, bolted out-of-the-way and cleared a good radius around before going back to their shopping.
The horses that drew the carriage were Night Mares, undead horses from the netherworld and gave off a putrid smell of sulphur. They possessed red eyes, exoskeleton plated backs, and steam seemed to emit strangely from their snouts. This was strange for it being midsummer. The sound of a thousand flies were heard around them but never seen. Every five minutes, a mare would snort angrily and paw at the ground as a chunk of flesh fell from its body.
The carriage appeared driven by no one, had a small creature jump off the rear. The horned little creature was called a hobgoblin and opened the door to allow the Head Mistress of Torture De'La Mañor, Deñise Visqua, to exit.
She appeared at first as nothing more than a dark, cloaked silhouette. She gave off a chilling aura, dropping the temperature around her at least ten degrees. She seemed to glide across the ground as she disappeared within the crowds. The other Nightwalkers took great care in avoiding her course. As she passed them she heard their hushed whispers of her terrifying legacies. With this, her dark lips curled into a dark grin.
As she prowled the streets, she stumbled upon an open tent displaying a variety of chained slaves. The glowing orbs of her ice blue eyes scanned the line of merchandise. She pitied the females who seemed malnourished. Although she had more of an affinity toward females, tonight she was looking for a seasoned fighter; a protector; a guardian.
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Chapter 1: The Purchase
A man stood out from all the rest of the slaves. His build was muscular, standing at 6'3. His chest was massive and rippled with muscle. Although this seemed like the perfect specimen the Mistress had been looking for, her gaze instead fell upon a younger man. He looked no older than 20 and his build was far from that of a seasoned fighter, he was short and skinny. What seemed to draw her was the smell of fear he was putting off. It was the type of innocent fear you would expect from a child, pure. She could almost hear his pounding heart in her own ears.
The young man, whose name was Elijah, sat in a barred carriage with four other slaves. All of them wore tiny loin cloths and massive shackles around their necks and wrists. The chains connected the five slaves together to one link that was bolted in the middle of the floor making escape impossible. This allowed the slaves to move about the carriage if they wanted to. Elijah sat on the floor of the carriage, trying to cover his dignity while avoiding buyers by covering his face with his long dark hair.
Denise appeared beside him giving Elijah quite a start! He nearly jumped out of his skin as soon as he realized a cold pair of ice blue eyes were looking at him through the bars. He felt her cold radius as he shivered and looked at the creature unable to discern her gender until she spoke in a cool, feminine voice.
