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Keep Moving Forward
Senya listened as Loque explained more about her home. But in the back of her mind, she wondered if the Abyss will ever find the right person next in line after Taranoch. Sometimes she couldn't agree with Tariun and Xager, despite their good intentions. They went past to see a couple of undead horses, skinless and exposed bone on their legs. The Warden was curious and wondered if they would ride one of those.
Land of Envy, Diyu
All three of them rode undead horses on their way to the Tainted Web's base. They needed to find one of Sanguine’s allies for the mission. They took a complete detour, wandering into a dirt road. They set upon a large looking manor, unscathed by looters or wear and tear. Behind the gates was a female demon, dressed in red formal attire and shoulder-length hair. The demon held a serving cart, possibly to store all of their weapons for tonight. Sanguine steered the horse to the curb and hopped off, extending a hand towards the female.
“Right on time as planned, Ruth. Is the party just starting?” Sanguine asked while the lights were on in the manor. The female demon Ruth nodded, looking over her shoulder.
“A little late, but there’s still time. They haven’t started dinner yet. Who’s this?” Ruth pointed at Visenya, who looked a little out of place for a formal invitation.
Sanguine gestured over and nodded, “This is Visenya. I can assure you we can use her shadow skills.” He said, but Ruth wasn’t convinced based on the black armor alone. The guests will find out their plan in a heartbeat for sure. Not to mention Sanguine never said anything about more members for this mission other than Brax.
“She stands out like a sore thumb Sanguine. Lanath will know and find out.” Ruth mentioned Visenya's appearance. The Shadow hissed, crossing her arms in an act of intimidation.
“You’re gonna have to deal with it. I ain’t going until I get my money.” Visenya said.
“And so you shall, Visenya. But this is a formal party event, and the Tainted Web won’t allow people without a sense of dress code in the lobby. Perhaps you can change into something more party-like? For the sake of making this mission as smooth as possible.” Sanguine suggested.
Visenya grumbled but thought of a nice idea to get into the mood for this dinner party. Her shadow armor started to change shape, thin and slender, armored boots turning into black dress shoes. The chest piece shifting into a white dress coat. She wore the black and white suit, adjusting the black gloves, the helmet disappearing. She gave a nod to the rest as they ventured inside the gate. Ruth stored all their weapons into the serving cart and got a head start, going to the back so she can meet up with the rest later.
The three viewed a couple of guests talking to each other, their carriages parked outside. The guards were paid to look away from certain atrocities. They went inside, seeing a bunch of guests wearing suits and exquisite dresses dancing on the first floor.
Visenya grunted, “You’d think a place like this would be ransacked by hellhounds or giants. I know several demons would love to steal these items.”
“When you have security and status, reality starts to look less bleak.” Sanguine said before observing the spacious furniture. Rubbing the fabric with an index finger.
They went to the west wing of the manor, sitting down on steel stools near the bar counter. Once she was done with the serving cart, Ruth joined up with the rest. Inside the counter, the bartender wore a red vest, slicked-back hair and sported a fake smile they could tell right away. “I’m Abbot. How may I help you fine four? Care for a Lusty Beverly or maybe Taranoch’s Cock?”
“Hey Abbot. I’ll have the Royal Bitch.” Ruth raised her hand, slouched while Brax and Sanguine gave their drink orders.
“Bloody Bean!” Brax said, whiskers smelling the scent of alcohol on the shelves.
“Silver Tongue for me, thank you kindly.” Sanguine requested before the bartender went to work. Abbot started with Ruth’s order, it was a mixed drink so Abbot pulled two bottles of ingredients from the shelve. He then pours them into another bottle, shaking it up and tossing it midair. He caught it like a professional, pouring the contents into a copper cup and stirred it gently. He continued his streak until he served all four of them. Pleased, they all took a sip from their beverages, enjoying a nice break.
Since dinner wasn't ready yet, Ruth decided to break the ice about their new friend. She found it rare to find a stranger like Visenya to join a promising cause. Especially a shadow. Ruth pulled Sanguine to the side and wanted to get to know the mysterious shadow.
“So, mind telling me why you recruited a Shadow into the cause? You know they’re not exactly reliable.” Ruth whispered to Sanguine. She raised a good point these shadows were prime examples of loose cannons who served no one. But Sanguine still had some use for her. Sanguine gave a nervous chuckle, knowing the risks involved but felt the need to explain.
“Simple. We can use the manpower. She saved my life when she could have killed me on the spot. Besides, Visenya can always regenerate as long as she doesn’t claim her future vessel. A great advantage for this party.”
“Alright then. Tell me Visenya, you have the vessel’s appearance. Yet, Sanguine’s telling me you’re taking merc jobs in hopes of some glory out of the Abyss. Don’t shadows have some personal business to deal with before they spend their lives outside of the Abyss?”
Visenya sighed, gulping her drink. She knew they were all identical until they took the form of their vessels, but Shadows weren’t connected. She had her agenda to handle while the others were busy getting killed. “I’ve been sitting around the Abyss for centuries, doing nothing and waiting like a caged animal until I found her. That’s when I realized I was free to do whatever I want. Before this, several colleagues died by their vessels and were gone forever. It might end up the same if I went out to find her now. I just need more time.” Visenya admitted, avoiding Ruth’s face. She could feel it in herself there’s little time left to do so many things, as if there’s this urgency to tend to personal business to settle the score. But like the real Warden, she wasn’t ready yet. At least not now.
“Tell you what, you can spend this time drinking with us and figuring out what you want to do.” Sanguine cheered her up, raising the glass in honor of the shadow. They all drank until their glasses were empty, giving the bartender a well-earned tip and sat there until it was time for dinner. Ruth turned to the guests hearing a bell ring in the lobby, eyes widened. She pulled Sanguine closer by the side and whispered, “It’s almost time. Get ready.”
Sanguine nodded in agreement, tugging Visenya’s white suit and escorted her and Brax to the east wing of the manor. Ruth wandered into the backroom while Visenya and the rest needed to follow the guests to the dining room. They saw a few females on the stairway lean with their elbows out, staring at them all. A gleam on their purple eyes felt very ominous. The dining room was larger than they expected, about a hundred seats for the guests and a stage at the end.
The guests quickly poured into the auction room, taking their seats near the front of the stage. They were preparing for something, Visenya thought. But it mattered not, as they will be killed soon enough. Lanath and her guards stepped up to the stage and observed everyone patiently. Lanath fit the perfect description of a Lust demon, wearing an elegant dress made out of silk and glitter, her cheekbones high and eyes glowing. All three couldn’t tell if she was a succubus or something else.
Visenya, Sanguine and Brax sat next to each other, eying the scenery until the head of the manor made an announcement.
Lanath cleared her throat and smiled, “It is my greatest pleasure to welcome all of you to our banquet. We hope you are having a good time as we get ready for dinner. Before this, I’m sure you are all ready to take part in our auction for tonight!”
The crowd applauded graciously, some of the staff carried the appetizers in silver trays, setting them down on the tables. A server placed fresh bread near Brax who immediately tore a piece and gnawed on it. Visenya rolled her eyes and focused to the stage, seeing one large cage covered in a tarp while the workers rolled it out on wheels. Sanguine kept a blank face, focused on the timing as the workers yanked the tarps off, revealing one male demon who covered his face from the public. He looked so exhausted, his body malnourished and frail, riddled with scars and stitches sewn into his torso, no trace of hair. As if he felt ashamed of being an entertainment piece for the audience. Lanath smiled smugly, proud of her inventory on display. The other guests in the tables snickered, some looking in awe at the foreign demon.
“This Wrath Demon was found from the Fighting Pits of Abaddon and won his life against many who craved blood. Trained in hand to hand combat and knows how to kill with a sword. His name was Arnock the Persevering, but should you win this prize, he will be yours to command and name. He’s a great warrior but, let’s start off with 5.” Lanath uttered.
The crowd guffawed at the demon in chains, the guests spilling their drinks while Visenya and Sanguine were forced to watch. The demon’s eyes stared at the ground, hearing the laughter echo. Sanguine’s face kept blank but his body language such as his hand was pressed against the table, clenched into a fist until the laughter came to a halt.
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Somewhere in the backroom, Ruth grabbed the barrels and set them down on a wheelbarrow. She used all her strength to haul them down at the end of the exit. She then saw a familiar face from the bar, the bartender Abbot trying to light up a cigarette on his short break. Ruth walked to his side, popping up a silver plated lighter as he turned in surprise. Ruth shot a smirk, “Rough night huh?”
Abbot could only nod, sighing afterward, “Working day and night. I can’t recall the last time I saw my parents. Can’t even leave either, I’m under contract to stay in this manor at all times. Ms. Lanath threatened to cut me up if I do.”
“Ah. Don’t worry about that bitch. Look, you seem like a nice kid who’s just making it by. I’ve known a lot of people who fucked up because they ran out of juice.” Ruth lit his cigarette for him and continued, “Why don’t you do yourself a favor and just take the night off. Ms. Lanath said we can all take a vacation once we clear out these slaves.” Ruth tilted her head as Abbot laughed nervously.
“Well, it sure sounds good to take the day off. Are you sure Ms. Lanath won’t get mad?” Abbot asked, earning a nod from Ruth.
“Positive my good man. I’ll work your shift until you get back. Promise.” Ruth smiled, raising her hand and crossed it to her chest. Abbot nodded, tossing the cigarette under his feet and put it out, “Fuck it. Just put in a good word for me. I’ve been working too hard for too long.” Soon enough, he left the building, allowing Ruth to sigh a load of relief. She resumed pushing the wheelbarrow, hoping they were ahead of schedule...
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“200 pieces going for Mr. Dastroz. A fair price for a fine warrior. Can we get to 300?” Ms. Lanath asked, cueing the crowd but only one raised a hand. A Greed Demon, black horns coming from the back of his head. Lanath smiled, “Sold. To Mr. Magnur for 300 pieces.” She exclaimed. The Wrath demon clenched his hands into fists, blood dripping within his palms while Sanguine sighed. The servers continued to place silver trays onto the tables. From afar they could see Ruth carry out the same serving cart before, swinging by their table. Visenya stared at the Wrath demon’s eyes, filled with pure hatred while the guests continued to laugh and gawk at him.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
Visenya rose from her seat and pulled a pistol from the serving cart. She walked up close to the stage and pulled the trigger, setting off a loud sound. The immense gunshot rang throughout the room and shocked the entire crowd. Ms. Lanath widened her eyes, switching her view to the deep wound on her chest in utter shock. Visenya continued to blast her, emptying her magazine into her body until she fell to the floor. The situation spiraled out of control, Sanguine and Brax forced to take the weapons from the serving cart and let loose. Ruth gritted her teeth as Visenya’s anger started the plan prematurely. The guards immediately caught on, drawing their swords and spears and clashed against the intruders.
Sanguine cocked his shotgun and fired buckshot against one of the guards, causing many guests to run out the dining room in fear. The Tainted Web let loose a couple of hellhounds across, siccing them on Sanguine. One of the creatures tackled Sanguine, defending himself by the side of his shotgun. One of the hellhounds was shot many times, squirming in pain until Ruth finished the job. She extended a free hand while holding a rifle, hoisting Sanguine up on his feet.
Visenya changed her form, returning to her black armor. She parried one of the guard’s swords with a gauntlet, shooting him in the knee and brought him down on the floor. She pointed the end of the pistol and fired, spraying blood as he dropped dead. She turned to Brax lighting up flames, surrounded by the guards while laughing maniacally. “BURN BURN!” She could hear him yell.
She turned to the Wrath demon still caged up in there, roaring as his hands tried to mend the bars. Visenya sprinted and used her hands to create an aura of heat around the metal, tearing it like cardboard. The demon now freed, took a weapon from the floor and immediately ran up to a guard and stabbed him in the neck, pushing him on his stomach. His humiliation as a caged animal transformed into newfound rage. The few remaining guards chose their targets, Visenya unleashing a green fireball at them, burning them alive. The Shadow looked over her shoulder, seeing the Wrath demon stare until he nodded.
“Thank you,” The demon stated in gratitude. He quickly made his escape to the exit as the fight resumed. Ruth fired a shot to one of the hellhounds, clean through the head and switched targets.
“Give it up assholes. Y'all ain’t leaving here alive.” Ruth taunted, sporting a vengeful smile with the odds in their favor. Visenya charged and drew her dark sword out, swiping to bisect the weak guard in half. Sanguine and Ruth finished the job by landing hits at the men and women. Sanguine turned to his side and upper chest, spotting some gashes and a deep wound in place.
Brax scurried to him, giving him a small glass vial containing red liquid. “Here you go, San. Fresh elixir. Drink drink!”
“Thanks,” Sanguine said. He took the vial, popping the cork, gulping down the entire content and placed it in his back pocket. He was still limping, but he’ll live for tomorrow. Ruth pointed to the back room, “I know where Ms. Lanath kept the captives. Let’s move.”
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Visenya and the rest went down the staircase. The Shadow led them to explore the lower level. Once they arrived in the dungeon, Visenya blasted one of the cultists using her pistol. Sanguine fired a pellet at a guard, knocking her back. The layout opened up to a wide dungeon, like the slave cages but only more brutal and bloody. The auction was nothing compared to this.
They saw several captives jailed, wrists locked in chains. The moment they appeared, the prisoners tried to break free, wailing and pleading their heroes to set them free. Sanguine looked in shock, seeing rows of cells around the dungeon and heard the cries for help. Visenya tilted her head, so this was the Tainted Web’s source of trade within Diyu. One of them grabbed her foot, a weak demon whose limbs were thin as the bones.
“Spare us! Please, let us go...” The prisoner pleaded weakly before letting out a painful wheeze, spilling blood. Visenya raised an eyebrow, pulling the man off her foot before moving on. It looked like the Tainted Web used a system to capture the unfortunate, selling them at a high price. Visenya didn't know how to fell about this but it's starting to come back from The Pits.
Meanwhile, Sanguine and Ruth talked among each other, Sanguine disheartened. “We need to set them free. They shouldn’t have to go through this,” Sanguine stated as he saw the prisoners locked in rusted chains. Ruth couldn’t agree more but there might be another problem.
Ruth bit her lip, “How are we going to transport these guys? You got a good idea before Lust finds out what happened here?”
“I’ll figure out the plan. I just need all your help.” Sanguine marched towards Visenya who's still trying to take all this in. He pulled her for a moment, “I require your assistance! If we don’t get these people out of here, they’ll be left to suffer under the manor. They deserve more than a rotting prison!”
“I don’t see how this concerns my bodyguard duties. You think you can tend to the sick and weak like this?”
“My friends will appreciate your efforts on destroying the Tainted Web. But you must open these cells to make sure people like the Tainted Web won’t do this again. I’m afraid we’re running out of time.” He exclaimed, walking up to one of the locked cell doors, "Now please. Open these cells."
Visenya turned to the prisoners, staring at their tattered clothes and grime ridden faces. Although she had no connection with anyone of them, they were still locked up here. The Tainted Web was cruel in their methods bringing these demons here like cattle. She recalled the Wrath demon, someone who acknowledged them as they freed him. Thank you, he said before he escaped. Memories went through her head. Times where the Warden saved a few citizens from a raider band in the village and smiled.
Visenya blinked, walking next to Sanguine and gave him one last look before she did the action. She pried the cell door , tossing it aside and saw the captives get out of the cell, carefully. One of them was a family of four, all head shaved and marked with a symbol of the manor. Ruth and Sanguine went up to them, extending their hands...
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Outside of the manor were the four, leading carriages in an attempt to escape from the authority’s wrath. The barrels placed by Ruth set off a chain reaction by the match she started, exploding at the same time. All the manor’s windows shattered from the shockwave. Obliterating the entire foundation before anyone could find out what happened. When the entire manor collapsed on its weight, Sanguine simply laughed, “That was quite an adventure you three! These people will need a home, and what better home than the hideout.” He said, steering the carriage as Brax nodded.
“More bodies, more food to feed. Surely there’s enough supplies that we need?” Brax questioned as he raised a good point. All these people will need plenty of rest and warm meals.
Sanguine sighed, “I’m quite aware. But trust the organization, in a few weeks we can give them new homes soon. The Tainted Web is gone and the city of Diyu can rest easy. And the Knight will be paid. Everybody wins.”
Meanwhile, Visenya was deep in her thoughts as she steered one of the carriages. She felt unfocused and conflicted ever since they left the building. She cared not for the strangers at the manor, yet she released them. Whether it was for a pragmatic reason or something else, she still had no idea. Was it possible the Warden's memories influenced her decision? Being trapped deep within the Pits caused a new insight? She shook her head and dismissed the idea.
One of the passengers of Visenya's carriage peeked through the window, staring at her armor. It was one of the family members back at the dungeon, a girl with red eyes and little horns. The Shadow sensed the little girl but never turned around. The girl stuttered, "A-Are you a knight?"
Visenya sat quietly, coming up with an answer. "Yes. I suppose I am now."
The girl nodded, "I-I don't want to be locked away anymore." She pleaded, causing Visenya to widen her eyes a bit. The Lands of Envy hurts to remember, gifted with the Abyss's knowledge as she waited for centuries. Hundreds of voices all at once until it came down to the Warden. If the captives at the manor taught her something important to her life.
It was that she never wanted to suffer for eternity ever again...
Land of Envy, Diyu
All three of them rode undead horses on their way to the Tainted Web's base. They needed to find one of Sanguine’s allies for the mission. They took a complete detour, wandering into a dirt road. They set upon a large looking manor, unscathed by looters or wear and tear. Behind the gates was a female demon, dressed in red formal attire and shoulder-length hair. The demon held a serving cart, possibly to store all of their weapons for tonight. Sanguine steered the horse to the curb and hopped off, extending a hand towards the female.
“Right on time as planned, Ruth. Is the party just starting?” Sanguine asked while the lights were on in the manor. The female demon Ruth nodded, looking over her shoulder.
“A little late, but there’s still time. They haven’t started dinner yet. Who’s this?” Ruth pointed at Visenya, who looked a little out of place for a formal invitation.
Sanguine gestured over and nodded, “This is Visenya. I can assure you we can use her shadow skills.” He said, but Ruth wasn’t convinced based on the black armor alone. The guests will find out their plan in a heartbeat for sure. Not to mention Sanguine never said anything about more members for this mission other than Brax.
“She stands out like a sore thumb Sanguine. Lanath will know and find out.” Ruth mentioned Visenya's appearance. The Shadow hissed, crossing her arms in an act of intimidation.
“You’re gonna have to deal with it. I ain’t going until I get my money.” Visenya said.
“And so you shall, Visenya. But this is a formal party event, and the Tainted Web won’t allow people without a sense of dress code in the lobby. Perhaps you can change into something more party-like? For the sake of making this mission as smooth as possible.” Sanguine suggested.
Visenya grumbled but thought of a nice idea to get into the mood for this dinner party. Her shadow armor started to change shape, thin and slender, armored boots turning into black dress shoes. The chest piece shifting into a white dress coat. She wore the black and white suit, adjusting the black gloves, the helmet disappearing. She gave a nod to the rest as they ventured inside the gate. Ruth stored all their weapons into the serving cart and got a head start, going to the back so she can meet up with the rest later.
The three viewed a couple of guests talking to each other, their carriages parked outside. The guards were paid to look away from certain atrocities. They went inside, seeing a bunch of guests wearing suits and exquisite dresses dancing on the first floor.
Visenya grunted, “You’d think a place like this would be ransacked by hellhounds or giants. I know several demons would love to steal these items.”
“When you have security and status, reality starts to look less bleak.” Sanguine said before observing the spacious furniture. Rubbing the fabric with an index finger.
They went to the west wing of the manor, sitting down on steel stools near the bar counter. Once she was done with the serving cart, Ruth joined up with the rest. Inside the counter, the bartender wore a red vest, slicked-back hair and sported a fake smile they could tell right away. “I’m Abbot. How may I help you fine four? Care for a Lusty Beverly or maybe Taranoch’s Cock?”
“Hey Abbot. I’ll have the Royal Bitch.” Ruth raised her hand, slouched while Brax and Sanguine gave their drink orders.
“Bloody Bean!” Brax said, whiskers smelling the scent of alcohol on the shelves.
“Silver Tongue for me, thank you kindly.” Sanguine requested before the bartender went to work. Abbot started with Ruth’s order, it was a mixed drink so Abbot pulled two bottles of ingredients from the shelve. He then pours them into another bottle, shaking it up and tossing it midair. He caught it like a professional, pouring the contents into a copper cup and stirred it gently. He continued his streak until he served all four of them. Pleased, they all took a sip from their beverages, enjoying a nice break.
Since dinner wasn't ready yet, Ruth decided to break the ice about their new friend. She found it rare to find a stranger like Visenya to join a promising cause. Especially a shadow. Ruth pulled Sanguine to the side and wanted to get to know the mysterious shadow.
“So, mind telling me why you recruited a Shadow into the cause? You know they’re not exactly reliable.” Ruth whispered to Sanguine. She raised a good point these shadows were prime examples of loose cannons who served no one. But Sanguine still had some use for her. Sanguine gave a nervous chuckle, knowing the risks involved but felt the need to explain.
“Simple. We can use the manpower. She saved my life when she could have killed me on the spot. Besides, Visenya can always regenerate as long as she doesn’t claim her future vessel. A great advantage for this party.”
“Alright then. Tell me Visenya, you have the vessel’s appearance. Yet, Sanguine’s telling me you’re taking merc jobs in hopes of some glory out of the Abyss. Don’t shadows have some personal business to deal with before they spend their lives outside of the Abyss?”
Visenya sighed, gulping her drink. She knew they were all identical until they took the form of their vessels, but Shadows weren’t connected. She had her agenda to handle while the others were busy getting killed. “I’ve been sitting around the Abyss for centuries, doing nothing and waiting like a caged animal until I found her. That’s when I realized I was free to do whatever I want. Before this, several colleagues died by their vessels and were gone forever. It might end up the same if I went out to find her now. I just need more time.” Visenya admitted, avoiding Ruth’s face. She could feel it in herself there’s little time left to do so many things, as if there’s this urgency to tend to personal business to settle the score. But like the real Warden, she wasn’t ready yet. At least not now.
“Tell you what, you can spend this time drinking with us and figuring out what you want to do.” Sanguine cheered her up, raising the glass in honor of the shadow. They all drank until their glasses were empty, giving the bartender a well-earned tip and sat there until it was time for dinner. Ruth turned to the guests hearing a bell ring in the lobby, eyes widened. She pulled Sanguine closer by the side and whispered, “It’s almost time. Get ready.”
Sanguine nodded in agreement, tugging Visenya’s white suit and escorted her and Brax to the east wing of the manor. Ruth wandered into the backroom while Visenya and the rest needed to follow the guests to the dining room. They saw a few females on the stairway lean with their elbows out, staring at them all. A gleam on their purple eyes felt very ominous. The dining room was larger than they expected, about a hundred seats for the guests and a stage at the end.
The guests quickly poured into the auction room, taking their seats near the front of the stage. They were preparing for something, Visenya thought. But it mattered not, as they will be killed soon enough. Lanath and her guards stepped up to the stage and observed everyone patiently. Lanath fit the perfect description of a Lust demon, wearing an elegant dress made out of silk and glitter, her cheekbones high and eyes glowing. All three couldn’t tell if she was a succubus or something else.
Visenya, Sanguine and Brax sat next to each other, eying the scenery until the head of the manor made an announcement.
Lanath cleared her throat and smiled, “It is my greatest pleasure to welcome all of you to our banquet. We hope you are having a good time as we get ready for dinner. Before this, I’m sure you are all ready to take part in our auction for tonight!”
The crowd applauded graciously, some of the staff carried the appetizers in silver trays, setting them down on the tables. A server placed fresh bread near Brax who immediately tore a piece and gnawed on it. Visenya rolled her eyes and focused to the stage, seeing one large cage covered in a tarp while the workers rolled it out on wheels. Sanguine kept a blank face, focused on the timing as the workers yanked the tarps off, revealing one male demon who covered his face from the public. He looked so exhausted, his body malnourished and frail, riddled with scars and stitches sewn into his torso, no trace of hair. As if he felt ashamed of being an entertainment piece for the audience. Lanath smiled smugly, proud of her inventory on display. The other guests in the tables snickered, some looking in awe at the foreign demon.
“This Wrath Demon was found from the Fighting Pits of Abaddon and won his life against many who craved blood. Trained in hand to hand combat and knows how to kill with a sword. His name was Arnock the Persevering, but should you win this prize, he will be yours to command and name. He’s a great warrior but, let’s start off with 5.” Lanath uttered.
The crowd guffawed at the demon in chains, the guests spilling their drinks while Visenya and Sanguine were forced to watch. The demon’s eyes stared at the ground, hearing the laughter echo. Sanguine’s face kept blank but his body language such as his hand was pressed against the table, clenched into a fist until the laughter came to a halt.
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Somewhere in the backroom, Ruth grabbed the barrels and set them down on a wheelbarrow. She used all her strength to haul them down at the end of the exit. She then saw a familiar face from the bar, the bartender Abbot trying to light up a cigarette on his short break. Ruth walked to his side, popping up a silver plated lighter as he turned in surprise. Ruth shot a smirk, “Rough night huh?”
Abbot could only nod, sighing afterward, “Working day and night. I can’t recall the last time I saw my parents. Can’t even leave either, I’m under contract to stay in this manor at all times. Ms. Lanath threatened to cut me up if I do.”
“Ah. Don’t worry about that bitch. Look, you seem like a nice kid who’s just making it by. I’ve known a lot of people who fucked up because they ran out of juice.” Ruth lit his cigarette for him and continued, “Why don’t you do yourself a favor and just take the night off. Ms. Lanath said we can all take a vacation once we clear out these slaves.” Ruth tilted her head as Abbot laughed nervously.
“Well, it sure sounds good to take the day off. Are you sure Ms. Lanath won’t get mad?” Abbot asked, earning a nod from Ruth.
“Positive my good man. I’ll work your shift until you get back. Promise.” Ruth smiled, raising her hand and crossed it to her chest. Abbot nodded, tossing the cigarette under his feet and put it out, “Fuck it. Just put in a good word for me. I’ve been working too hard for too long.” Soon enough, he left the building, allowing Ruth to sigh a load of relief. She resumed pushing the wheelbarrow, hoping they were ahead of schedule...
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“200 pieces going for Mr. Dastroz. A fair price for a fine warrior. Can we get to 300?” Ms. Lanath asked, cueing the crowd but only one raised a hand. A Greed Demon, black horns coming from the back of his head. Lanath smiled, “Sold. To Mr. Magnur for 300 pieces.” She exclaimed. The Wrath demon clenched his hands into fists, blood dripping within his palms while Sanguine sighed. The servers continued to place silver trays onto the tables. From afar they could see Ruth carry out the same serving cart before, swinging by their table. Visenya stared at the Wrath demon’s eyes, filled with pure hatred while the guests continued to laugh and gawk at him.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
Visenya rose from her seat and pulled a pistol from the serving cart. She walked up close to the stage and pulled the trigger, setting off a loud sound. The immense gunshot rang throughout the room and shocked the entire crowd. Ms. Lanath widened her eyes, switching her view to the deep wound on her chest in utter shock. Visenya continued to blast her, emptying her magazine into her body until she fell to the floor. The situation spiraled out of control, Sanguine and Brax forced to take the weapons from the serving cart and let loose. Ruth gritted her teeth as Visenya’s anger started the plan prematurely. The guards immediately caught on, drawing their swords and spears and clashed against the intruders.
Sanguine cocked his shotgun and fired buckshot against one of the guards, causing many guests to run out the dining room in fear. The Tainted Web let loose a couple of hellhounds across, siccing them on Sanguine. One of the creatures tackled Sanguine, defending himself by the side of his shotgun. One of the hellhounds was shot many times, squirming in pain until Ruth finished the job. She extended a free hand while holding a rifle, hoisting Sanguine up on his feet.
Visenya changed her form, returning to her black armor. She parried one of the guard’s swords with a gauntlet, shooting him in the knee and brought him down on the floor. She pointed the end of the pistol and fired, spraying blood as he dropped dead. She turned to Brax lighting up flames, surrounded by the guards while laughing maniacally. “BURN BURN!” She could hear him yell.
She turned to the Wrath demon still caged up in there, roaring as his hands tried to mend the bars. Visenya sprinted and used her hands to create an aura of heat around the metal, tearing it like cardboard. The demon now freed, took a weapon from the floor and immediately ran up to a guard and stabbed him in the neck, pushing him on his stomach. His humiliation as a caged animal transformed into newfound rage. The few remaining guards chose their targets, Visenya unleashing a green fireball at them, burning them alive. The Shadow looked over her shoulder, seeing the Wrath demon stare until he nodded.
“Thank you,” The demon stated in gratitude. He quickly made his escape to the exit as the fight resumed. Ruth fired a shot to one of the hellhounds, clean through the head and switched targets.
“Give it up assholes. Y'all ain’t leaving here alive.” Ruth taunted, sporting a vengeful smile with the odds in their favor. Visenya charged and drew her dark sword out, swiping to bisect the weak guard in half. Sanguine and Ruth finished the job by landing hits at the men and women. Sanguine turned to his side and upper chest, spotting some gashes and a deep wound in place.
Brax scurried to him, giving him a small glass vial containing red liquid. “Here you go, San. Fresh elixir. Drink drink!”
“Thanks,” Sanguine said. He took the vial, popping the cork, gulping down the entire content and placed it in his back pocket. He was still limping, but he’ll live for tomorrow. Ruth pointed to the back room, “I know where Ms. Lanath kept the captives. Let’s move.”
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Visenya and the rest went down the staircase. The Shadow led them to explore the lower level. Once they arrived in the dungeon, Visenya blasted one of the cultists using her pistol. Sanguine fired a pellet at a guard, knocking her back. The layout opened up to a wide dungeon, like the slave cages but only more brutal and bloody. The auction was nothing compared to this.
They saw several captives jailed, wrists locked in chains. The moment they appeared, the prisoners tried to break free, wailing and pleading their heroes to set them free. Sanguine looked in shock, seeing rows of cells around the dungeon and heard the cries for help. Visenya tilted her head, so this was the Tainted Web’s source of trade within Diyu. One of them grabbed her foot, a weak demon whose limbs were thin as the bones.
“Spare us! Please, let us go...” The prisoner pleaded weakly before letting out a painful wheeze, spilling blood. Visenya raised an eyebrow, pulling the man off her foot before moving on. It looked like the Tainted Web used a system to capture the unfortunate, selling them at a high price. Visenya didn't know how to fell about this but it's starting to come back from The Pits.
Meanwhile, Sanguine and Ruth talked among each other, Sanguine disheartened. “We need to set them free. They shouldn’t have to go through this,” Sanguine stated as he saw the prisoners locked in rusted chains. Ruth couldn’t agree more but there might be another problem.
Ruth bit her lip, “How are we going to transport these guys? You got a good idea before Lust finds out what happened here?”
“I’ll figure out the plan. I just need all your help.” Sanguine marched towards Visenya who's still trying to take all this in. He pulled her for a moment, “I require your assistance! If we don’t get these people out of here, they’ll be left to suffer under the manor. They deserve more than a rotting prison!”
“I don’t see how this concerns my bodyguard duties. You think you can tend to the sick and weak like this?”
“My friends will appreciate your efforts on destroying the Tainted Web. But you must open these cells to make sure people like the Tainted Web won’t do this again. I’m afraid we’re running out of time.” He exclaimed, walking up to one of the locked cell doors, "Now please. Open these cells."
Visenya turned to the prisoners, staring at their tattered clothes and grime ridden faces. Although she had no connection with anyone of them, they were still locked up here. The Tainted Web was cruel in their methods bringing these demons here like cattle. She recalled the Wrath demon, someone who acknowledged them as they freed him. Thank you, he said before he escaped. Memories went through her head. Times where the Warden saved a few citizens from a raider band in the village and smiled.
Visenya blinked, walking next to Sanguine and gave him one last look before she did the action. She pried the cell door , tossing it aside and saw the captives get out of the cell, carefully. One of them was a family of four, all head shaved and marked with a symbol of the manor. Ruth and Sanguine went up to them, extending their hands...
....
Outside of the manor were the four, leading carriages in an attempt to escape from the authority’s wrath. The barrels placed by Ruth set off a chain reaction by the match she started, exploding at the same time. All the manor’s windows shattered from the shockwave. Obliterating the entire foundation before anyone could find out what happened. When the entire manor collapsed on its weight, Sanguine simply laughed, “That was quite an adventure you three! These people will need a home, and what better home than the hideout.” He said, steering the carriage as Brax nodded.
“More bodies, more food to feed. Surely there’s enough supplies that we need?” Brax questioned as he raised a good point. All these people will need plenty of rest and warm meals.
Sanguine sighed, “I’m quite aware. But trust the organization, in a few weeks we can give them new homes soon. The Tainted Web is gone and the city of Diyu can rest easy. And the Knight will be paid. Everybody wins.”
Meanwhile, Visenya was deep in her thoughts as she steered one of the carriages. She felt unfocused and conflicted ever since they left the building. She cared not for the strangers at the manor, yet she released them. Whether it was for a pragmatic reason or something else, she still had no idea. Was it possible the Warden's memories influenced her decision? Being trapped deep within the Pits caused a new insight? She shook her head and dismissed the idea.
One of the passengers of Visenya's carriage peeked through the window, staring at her armor. It was one of the family members back at the dungeon, a girl with red eyes and little horns. The Shadow sensed the little girl but never turned around. The girl stuttered, "A-Are you a knight?"
Visenya sat quietly, coming up with an answer. "Yes. I suppose I am now."
The girl nodded, "I-I don't want to be locked away anymore." She pleaded, causing Visenya to widen her eyes a bit. The Lands of Envy hurts to remember, gifted with the Abyss's knowledge as she waited for centuries. Hundreds of voices all at once until it came down to the Warden. If the captives at the manor taught her something important to her life.
It was that she never wanted to suffer for eternity ever again...
