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*Chapter 127 - Tensions Rising

Added 2022-02-10 05:42:22 +0000 UTC

Chapter 127 – Tensions Rising

Out in the woodlands among the foothills near the coast and away from the prying eyes of civilization, Trey’s friends and family were keeping a low profile.

Carol’s long, tanned legs were hung over the makeshift wooden bath Sithis had stolen for her at her request as she wore a scornful look - glaring in Taen’s direction while he laughed alongside his ghoul Bann and some annoying Japanese woman who called herself Izumi.  She and the hooded necromancer had gotten off to a very bad start, both serving different numen that’d been at odds with one another for centuries.

Still, she couldn’t believe her cousin Trey had come into such power.  It was absurd, frankly, that he have the attention and favor of an elder goddess.  From what she’d gleaned when talking in hushed tones to Silvara, her elvish best friend and fellow vetteresie holy warrior in the service of agnude, the Vatosis Inferna was a creature of myth and legend.  If Trey really had come into such a title, it had never been done before and likely would never happen again - signaling a coming of an age of darkness that prophecies had foretold of for millenia.

Her thoughts recently clouded and she groaned with pleasure as she felt her subordinate coming fingers through her long, dirty-blonde hair, and she sunk deeper into the wooden tub while Silvara chuckled.

“Do you like that?” Silvara asked, the beautiful, silver-haired elf asked.  Her usual green-tinted armor of their religious order lay alongside Carol’s own not far off, and her milky white skin reflected the sunlight coming through the trees.  “You’ll owe me for this.”

“Shut up and keep going.” Carol said flippantly, keeping her eyes closed and groaning again.  “I can’t believe we have to suffer the likes of that infidel within our midst.”

Silvara glanced up - scowling fiercely as her gaze set on Taen.  Some of Trey’s minions, the devil Sithis, the imp Napolon, the ifrit Atharost, and the culn priestess Rivia were heading over to where Taen, Bann and Izumi were seated on logs now.  They laughed and joked with one another, calling out to Ashe who remained immersed in study underneath a nearby tree - and had done very little in showing the respect that either vetteresie was due.

“They favor that necromancer over us, even though you are his blood and kin.” Silvara said in a hushed and angry whisper.  “Blasphemers, even in their own right.  Even if they do not believe in the righteous glory of Agnude, they worship your cousin.  In that right alone, you should be considered royalty to them.”

“They know their place, and they know that I am.” Carol stated confidently, pushing herself up and exposing her breasts to hover over the side of the wooden ledge.  “Napoleon, get over here.  Now.”

The happy little imp, who’d been joking around with Rivia about something up until now, perked up his ears and rushed over to the bath.  “Yes yes mistress?”

Carol pointed over to the bags of refreshments they’d recently stolen from trade caravans in the surrounding area.  “Are there anymore bottles of wine over there?”

Napoleon cocked his head to the side, then shook his head.  “No no.   You drank last last!”

“Then find me another, you useless twit!”  Carol angrily splashed the small demon, her pretty features turning sour as she sat back in the bath.  “Get to it, I want some before the sun sets.  If I have to be stuck out here with you useless fools because half the world is after my idiot cousin after that ridiculous display in the city, I might as well be treated properly.  Go.”

She’d spoken loudly, and nearly everyone in the camp was giving her glares as Napoleon stuttered a reply.  “Mistress, I I no know where wine is!”

She glowered over the side.  “Then go to the nearest settlement and fucking take some, you useless little shit!”

Napoleon fidgeted, looked over his shoulder to Sithis who gave him a nod, and then the imp bowed low.  “Yes, yes.  Will go get wine wine!  Be back soon!”

Carol snorted in disgust as Napoleon set off through the wood at high speed, blurring through the underbrush until he was far out of sight.  She glared over at the others, all of which avoided her gaze save Sithis - and the devil calmly stalked over to where she was bathing.

“Is there a problem, mistress Carol?” Sithis asked calmly, his huge and intimidating figure causing Silvara to flinch back.  “I am unsure as to why you are treating the imp that way.”

Carol ignored him for a couple seconds, instead looking over to where Piggy, Telipe and Juila were giving Jason a haircut and makeover near a smoldering fireplace.  Eventually she did look up though, unconcerned, and pointed an accusatory finger at the archdemon.  “I can treat that imp however the fuck I want.  Remember who your master is, and who I am to him.  Remember who I am even without him - I am a mouthpiece of Agnude, the greatest numen in these lands, and a prophet to his people.  Agnude’s power will help further Trey’s agenda beyond what he could ever do on his own.  It is not wrong for me to exert my authority, nor is it wrong for me to expect the simple, basic necessities.  You will keep stock of the things I need from now on until my cousin returns, is that understood?”

Sithis, who was unusually calm considering the way she was talking to him, slowly nodded with all four arms folded across his chest.  His wings flared briefly, but nevertheless he remained respectful.  “Very well.  What is it that you need us to acquire?”

Carol kept eye contact with the demon and snapped her fingers back at the elf behind her.  “Silvara, get a piece of paper and something to write with.  Do it now.”

Silvara nodded once, wrapping a towel around her bare body before getting up and heading over to rummage through their supplies.

Carol grinned an unconvincing smile up at Sithis, then sighed and waved a had at him as if he were an annoying insect to be shooed away.  “I’ll let you know when the list is ready.  Go along, I’ll let you know when I’ve decided on the objects I desire.  Oh, and tell Telipe I want her over here to adjust my armor… I have enchantments along my armor that need fixing after the last battle.  You’re dismissed.”

***

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Name: Trey Bon

HP 522/522

MP 214/214

SP 170/170

DP     1/1

Rage 0/100

Race: Human

Patron Deity: Alkir, Mistress of Darkness

Guild: None

Class: Infernal Summoner, Horror Crusader

Level 52

Status Alerts:

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Stat Amplifications:

401 Strength

411 Vitality

10 Endurance

9 Dexterity

24 Speed

67 Intelligence

57 Wisdom

0 Faith

0 Luck

457.5 Willpower

7% Insanity

Magics (8of 20 spells learned)

Create Lesser Undead (Necromancy) - Level 1

· Zombie (Not Sentient): raise a corpse as an undead zombie with 80% of original creature’s stats.

Chaos Ball^^ (Chaos) - Level 38

· Summon a ball of chaos to fling at your enemies

· Upgrade 1> Increase size of chaos ball and explosion radius by 80%

· Upgrade 2> Increase damage of chaos ball by 6%

· Upgrade 3> Chance to pierce through magical defenses is doubled

Chains of Chaos^^ (Chaos) - Level 24

· Summon chaos chains to bind or impale your enemies

· Upgrade 1> Spikes are added to ends of chains for better puncturing

· Upgrade 2> Chains can now use homing on their targets

Shadowstep^ (Dark) - Level 27

· Teleport a short distance instantly

· Upgrade 1> Cooldown reduced by 50%

· Upgrade 2> In conjunction with Shadowform, mana cost is reduced to nothing

Roar of the Banshee (Dark) - Level 3

· Silences enemies for a short time, inhibiting them from casting spells or miracles

Shadow Blades (Dark) - Level 13

· Unleash sharpened blades of shadow at your enemy.

· Upgrade 1> Range increased by 100 yards

· NOTICE: Your shadowform decreases mana cost for this ability by 80%

Summoner’s Calling: Least Summoning Circle (Dark) - Level N/A

· The most basic of summoning circles with a low intensity magic signature that usually (but not always) attracts the weaker denizens of the infernal realms.  This broad spectrum spell enables you to communicate with the infernal realms of Hell, Oblivion, and the Void, but offers no protection whatsoever from the creatures you summon.  You are able to increase the chance for a random target to appear by using double the mana and circling the center pentagram.

Summoner’s Calling: Minion’s Call (Dark) - Level N/A

· Summons a specific minion you already own, or dismisses them to your personal nether realm.  Dismissing a demon to their nether realm will heal it over time and allow it to revitalize.  However, keep in mind it takes 30 seconds to channel this ability.  You may only summon or dismiss 1 minion at a time.

Miracles (0 of 1 miracles learned)

None

Physical Combat (1 of 5 sacred arts learned)

Blades^ - Level 28

· Upgrade 1> Dexterity bonus of +3% when wielding blades

· Upgrade 2> Damage with blades is increased by 4%

Aspect of the Devil: Mask (Chaos) - Level 10

· Grants bite attacks and manaless ability to breathe short range hellfire

· Upgrade 1> Damage increased by 6%

Aspect of the Devil: Claws - Level 7

Aspect of the Devil: Tail - Level 9

Hand to Hand Combat - Level 9

Assassination - level 6

Light Armor - Level 8

Horror Crusader: Terror Stricken (Sacred Art) - Level 3

*Empower your next weapon strike with terror imbued dark magic.  Upon contact

the target will lose all buffs, become terror stricken, and take an additional 250%

of base physical damage from dark magic.  Terror may be resisted by a

high willpower.  Strike gains +200 Speed.

Miscellaneous

Identification - Level 9

Sneak - Level 6

Traits:

Vatosis Inferna - You are the Infernal Prince.  The chosen one, born by creation itself and out of the influence of the gods to one day rule over creation.  Will you embrace your destiny and find success?  Or will you falter, fail, and die at the hands of your enemies?  The future is not yet determined.

Earthborn - You are earthborn and experience ‘ON’ and ‘OFF’ permanence cycles.  You also gain a 20% increase to any type of XP acquired when compared to your fellow NPCs, and your mana regeneration rate is increased by 30%.

Languages Learned - Ancient Demon, Human

Void Essence - You have been chosen as a suitable host.  You are now able to access black magics, skill trees, abilities, and spells unavailable to most other black magic users.

Resilience - +100 HP, +3% resistance to all damage.  Mental fortitude increased.

Dreadlord Voshok’s Bane (Heroic) - +10% resistance to all damage.  Autoregenerate 1% HP per minute.  Autoregenerate lost body parts over time.

Predator - +100% to sight, hearing, smell, reflexes and awareness.  Also allows participant to use the ability Consume.

Aversion to Divine - Participant is associated with the infernal arts.  +8% damage taken by all Celestial and Holy abilities.

Horror Crusader - Participant now has the Infernal Summoner subclass of Horror crusader, a berserker / caster mixture that endows a baseline of 2% insanity.

Physical Attributes:

Unholy Script of Domination - Unholy Scripts are written into your flesh. Unholy Script of Domination may be used to dominate the minds of lesser beings - having a high cooldown upon doing so.  Stretch forth your tainted hand to touch them, bending them to your will to force mortal races into thrall minion contracts without need of ritual.  May be resisted by a high willpower, baseline prior to stat amplifications or otherwise.  Also receive a +17% bonus for dominating demons and fallen.  Very high cooldown to create charges for thralls.  Can store up to 3 charges at a time.

Current Thrall Domination Charges: 3

Shadowform - Allows participant’s body to express shadow properties.  Allows Participant to focus and bind acquired items into Shadowform, absorbing them into the participant’s body fitting a maximum weight of 500kg.  May summon bound items anywhere within a 5 yard radius of participant.  May unbind items when needed.  If bound item is outside of a 1000 yard radius from participant, bound item automatically returns to Shadowform.

Stored Items:

Aspect of the Devil: Death’s Gaze  - Permanent no cost upon use Night Vision enchantments afflict your eyes, which are tinged a glowing red.  This also empowers all of your damaging magics by 15% damage.

Aspect of the Devil: Claws - Summon and discard demon claws at will.  Separate from hand to hand combat.  Can cause bleeding, a damage over time effect.

Aspect of the Devil: Mask - Summon and discard demon Jaws at will.  Allows participant to use predator’s Consume ability much more rapidly and participant is now able to use Consume during battle.  Allows participant to breath Hellfire (Chaos), a medium range area of effect spell that costs no mana.  Can cause burns.

Aspect of the Devil: Tail - Allows piercing and slashing attacks.  Damage equivalent to Aspect of the Devil: Claws.  May extend up to 25 additional feet.  (Non-retractable prior to original 5 foot length)

Aspect of the Devil: Horns - These horns pick up vibrations in the air and in the ground to sense incoming attacks, +33% to awareness.  (Non-retractable)

Obscuring Mask - Change your facial features and disguise your status page at will.  Hide your vampiric or demonic features at will.  Truth may be revealed by intense scrutiny of a high level identification skill.

Vampiric Speed - Innate speed increased with x2 modifier, does not apply to stats

Vampiric Strength - Innate strength increased with x2 modifier, does not apply to stats

Vampiric Reflexes - Innate dexterity increased with x2 modifier, does not apply to stats

Vampiric Fangs - You now thirst for blood and gain +3% stat bonuses every time you feed for 1 hour.  Your vampiric fangs are also able to extend and retract, allowing you to turn mortals into vampiric beings by imbuing them with vampire toxins.

Eyes of the Bat - Enables night vision and a blue glowing tint when activated.

Magical Attributes:

Chaos

Dark

Necromancy

Blood

Abyss

Curse

Void

Apocalypse

Skill Trees Unlocked:

Control Limit Slots: 13 of 32 used.

Trey’s Minions:

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Trey grinned and closed off his status page.  His strength was coming along nicely and he was now over halfway to being able to using Talsh’Noc’Un at full power in terms of required stats.  The sword required 710 strength and 138 wisdom, and he was very curious as to just how much it’d really improve considering he’d been using the weapon at only 10% capacity this entire time.

Meanwhile, his Horror Crusader perks gave him willpower stat points every time he dropped them into strength - which was the stat he was primarily focusing on at this time.  He’d just finished figuring out how to create zombies in his spare time within the ghost-realm of the amulet Maltetious had provided for him - slowing things down to a crawl and providing him ample opportunities to study.  Now with 32 total slots to use, he could start acquiring more minions.

The question became: what or who did he want?

He had 3 charges in his unholy script to enslave people with.  He could use those on some of the vampires here, or he could just kill them and turn them into zombies as a weaker variant of their normal selves.

Or he could use his sword and summon those creatures he’d been holding off on taking, considering he had been very weak in the past and Talsh’Noc’Un had told him that trying his luck back then had been a bad idea.  The sword was playing a different tune now though, but it did say that enslaving the fallen angel as a minion would be particularly hard - and that he may want his other minions around in full force when he tried to do so.

“You look rather handsome when you smile…” Ezdeath’s voice purred as the succubus walked out from the shadows of the balcony that overlooked the underground vampiric city.  Coming to stop beside her master and turning his face, the gorgeous woman kissed him gently and booped him on the nose with a finger.  “You should do it more often.”

He grinned, groped her ass and looked out over the smoldering lava pits a mile or more away.  “Have you found it yet?  Dadik’s Heart?”

His mind flew back in time, back to the day Alkir had sent him on his merry way to obtain the item.  Back before he’d even known his cousin Carol was here in these worlds, to the day that he’d been given the quest to come here.

[“You have been offered an EPIC unholy quest from the goddess Alkir: Dadik’s Heart - Infiltrate the holy city of the vampires and steal an artifact for Alkir.  Accepting this quest will result in the following: Vampiric Bloodlines ascension skill tree - immediately allows you to acquire the traits of a vampire, Obscuring Mask (Alkir’s Trait) - allows you to rearrange your traits and external status page, hiding or displaying any of them in any combination at will.  Completing this quest will result in 50 combat levels for you, your minions, and your entire party.  You will also be able to retain Dadik’s Heart, the demonic artifact Alkir wishes you to claim from the vampires.  Lastly, completing this quest will expedite the ‘Arachnid’ evolution tree and complete the evolution.  Do you accept or decline?”]

Ezdeath frowned and shook her head.  “I’ve infiltrated a couple of the noble houses.  These vampires truly think they know it all… pompous little bats, the lot of them.  They vastly overestimate their own power and are too used to being alpha predators in their small pond of a city.  Disgusting, really.”

Trey snickered and leaned back against the rail, looking over Ezdeath’s shoulder to make sure the slave girls he’d been bumping uglies with were all still asleep.  “It isn’t too bad.”

She rolled her eyes, looking in the same direction.  “You have me, and you choose to sleep with them?”

He shrugged.  “You’re certainly better in every way imaginable.  Don’t take it personally.”

She grinned, running a finger through his hair and kissing him again.  “Very well.  Just remember that, and know that I too am having some fun on the side…”

He raised an eyebrow a little too quickly for his own good, pangs of jealousy shooting through him as she began to giggle.  “Are you serious?”

She shrugged, mimicking him with a haughty smile.  “I’m a succubus, and a pureblood at that.  Seducing men or women alike is in my nature… and it’s easy to get information out of people that way.  Even vampires.  Do not worry though…”

She leaned forward, licking the side of his cheek and playfully tugging at his pants as her snow-white hair was brushed to the side.  “I always kill them afterwards… You’re the only one for me, master…”

***

Osi, Rusoe and Nothel - the three brunette, human slaves assigned to Trey by the vampire coven - had woken up early that morning in the dark city within the mountain.  Rising up from his king sized guest bed they dressed, cleaned and prepared themselves for the day.  When Trey himself woke up, breakfast was already prepared for him on a tray Rusoe carried and they stood by his bedside awaiting commands.  The other vampires had given word to him late last night that he was to be on his own for another couple of days and that Lord and Lady Okt were on official business elsewhere.

Looking down at the food in his velvet-colored room, Trey grimaced in distaste.

“Is something wrong?!” stuttered Nothel - the shortest of the three.  “We can take it back if you don’t like it!”

Trey picked up a raw piece of what was probably arm flesh - still stuck to the bone - and set it back down after examining it distastefully.  “Would it be ok if I got some normal food?”

He was really trying to play the part of ‘newblood’ vampire, not used to this lifestyle even despite the reality that he’d actually been eating people for some time, and they were all buying it thus far.  Why stop now?

Nothel and the others looked confused.  “... Normal food?  What do you mean?”

“Like… what do you three usually eat?”

Looking at one another with sideways glances the three girls hesitated to respond.  “We eat bread mostly… sometimes carrots and roots, or maybe soup.”

“I see.  Are there any pastries around here?” asked Trey - yawning and getting up to check himself out in the mirror while he flexed.  “Maybe some more chicken?  I can’t stand that stuff the other vampires like.  The thought of eating another person grosses me out.”

Without hesitation Nothel bowed and took the tray of meat.  “I will be back soon with the food you requested.”

“Bring some extra for the three of you too,” said Trey with a wink while looking out the window into the city built of obsidian stone.  “Since you’re going to show me around the city I need you all to be feeling good!  I’d say it’s a nice day outside but this place is terribly dreary.  I prefer the sunshine over this any day.”

Turning around he saw puzzled expressions on the two who had stayed.  “What?”

Osi spoke up first with a guarded tone. “You prefer sunlight and don’t like eating people?  Is that not strange for a vampire?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m a ‘new blood’ - or at least that’s what the others call me,” said Trey grinning as his eyes lit up a sapphire blue momentarily then died down again to their regular state.  “So since I’m new here do you want to fill me in on how the city works?  And stop standing like that, you can sit if you want to.”

The two slaves didn’t move an inch, they just remained standing there next to the doorway in the dim candlelight.

“I’m commanding you to sit, lord only knows how long the two of you have been standing.  Do it.  Now.”

Uneasily the two slaves sat down next to him on either side.

“If I ever end up getting a wife, I only hope she cooks, cleans and is as respectful as this while doing my every whim like the two of you do.  Hard to find nowadays.”  Trey chuckled at his sexist and bad joke while the girls continued to sit next to him unmoving.  “Alright well if you’re not going to fill me in on the city why not tell me about yourselves.  Osi, where are you from?”

Surprised, the girl turned and looked directly at Trey for the first time since meeting him.  The entire time since getting here none of the girls had made eye contact up until now.  “Why would you want to know such a thing?”

“Osi!” exclaimed Rusoe as if to chide her.

“It’s fine,” said Trey.  “I was just curious, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”  He brushed his fingers through his black locks and continued to stare back at Osi until she gained the courage to reply.

“I was born in Niertho, I can’t remember the city’s name because it was so long ago.  I was taken at the age of five from my parents who were killed by vampires.  I was later sold in the market here to the Okt coven and have given birth to four cattle since then.”

Trey’s brows furrowed in uncomfortable distaste at the mention of slavery - or at least his best pretending of discomfort.  He glanced at one of the detailed paintings of a vampire eating someone and shuddered.  “Four cattle?  Your kids were eaten?”

“They were not mine, they were property of the Okt coven.”

Frowning with true disgust this time, Trey hesitantly held up a finger.  “... I’m sorry to hear that.  What do you think about the Okt family?”

This question made both slaves very uncomfortable.

Immediately Osi straightened up and looked forward.  “The great House of Okt has been kind enough to let me stay a breeder and have spared my life.  They are wonderful masters and I wish only to serve them until the day they deem me unworthy of breeding.”

Trey wasn’t buying it.  “Uh huh.  I... see.  What about you Rusoe?”

Rusoe remained looking down.  “I too only wish to serve them until the day they deem me unworthy of breeding.  They are a good family and treat us breeders well.  I could not wish for more.”

“Where are you from Rusoe?”

“I was born here, I have never been to any outside lands.”

Trey did notice that they all looked awfully pale and all their eyes were dilated to a much larger extent than would be normal.  The physical toll on their bodies from living in caves for so long definitely showed.

Nothel came in a second later with a large tray full of pastries, a cooked chicken leftover from another’s breakfast and a glass water pitcher.  Another crystal pitcher of blood sat beside it.  She put down the tray and politely stood before them.

Trey snagged a pastry, one of the ones with a yellow fruity center and icing around the edges.  He’d had them yesterday already and just picking it up made his mouth water.  “Well, what about you Nothel?  By the way please take a seat… But anyways, what do you think about the Okt family?”

“They are the greatest of the vampire nobility master, I recommend you join their ranks and not one of the lesser houses if they do desire you.  It is a great honor,” Nothel bowed her head, her brunette locks of hair swooshing back and forth with the motion.  “I have nothing but good words to say about the Okt family.”

Noticing some scars on Nothel’s neck and shoulders right around the Okt family brand that labeled all of their slaves, Trey scoffed.  “Are those from the vampires occasionally feeding on you?”

Nothel straightened up from her bow.  “I have been told my blood tastes quite good, it is an honor to be of such service to the coven.”

Trey raised one eyebrow.  “And where are you from Nothel?”

Nothel seemed taken aback and she too, for the very first time since meeting him, made eye contact.  “Where am I from?”

“Yes.  What country were you taken from?  And when?”

She remained speechless for a time, not bothering to hide her surprise.  “Oh… I used to live in Veis in a small village near the Kag Mountains.  I was taken from my husband years ago, though I’m not sure how many.  You can’t tell how many days have passed when there is no sun and no sky.  Why do you ask?”

Trey shoved the pastry into his mouth, swallowed, and felt his heart flutter.  He took some more of the pastries and handed a couple of them to each of the slave girls who looked down as if they didn’t know what to do with them.

“Was just curious.  As you all know my name is Trey, I’m from Earth.  The fourteenth realm of the Nirvana Worlds.

The three appeared even more startled than when they were handed the pastries.

“You can all eat those you know.  In fact I demand that you eat those damn pastries, right now,” Trey stretched and put on some undergarments as the three girls began to eat the food.  Looking over his shoulder he saw Nothel devouring the sweets as if she had never had them before, Osi was the same way and Rusoe was slowly biting off tiny pieces as if savoring the flavor.

“You three really don’t eat this sort of stuff often do you?”

Osi shamefully looked up and shook her head no.

“Well just keep me entertained and I’ll see what I can do about improving your shitty situations while I’m around.  Do you have any questions you’d like to ask ME?  Don’t be dull, go right ahead if you have any,” said Trey insistently as he again flexed in the mirror.  The narcissist in him was always at the forefront of his social interactions, it’d always been that way.

“The house of Okt is a great place to be for a breeder, our situations aren’t as bad as-”

“Cut the shit Nothel, if I was one of you I’d hate those bastards.” stated Trey bluntly

causing Rusoe to gasp.

He internally giggled at his false display of righteousness, then continued on with the act seconds later.  “Don’t act like you all enjoy seeing your friends eaten, being held as slaves, being fed upon occasionally and having your children taken for food too.  Nobody would like that.  So again, do you have any questions for me before I get fully dressed and you take me on a tour of the city?”

Nothel looked at him for a couple seconds, trying to figure him out.  “You are a strange vampire, master.”

Trey dramatically rolled his eyes.  “You are obviously all too brainwashed and afraid to talk to me about things normally so let’s just get on with it and go.  When you finish up that food - and I’m not leaving until ALL of that food is gone - we will head out to the city.”

Picking up some of the chicken and pouring himself a glass of water Trey added: “But take your time, I’m in no rush.  And if you change your minds about wanting to talk just let me know.”

Hopping onto the bed behind where the three slaves sat eating in silence, Trey closed his eyes and loudly exhaled.  Crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his head, he chewed on his own food without a care in the world.  Hopefully today wouldn’t be too much of a bore.


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