The fishing slaves had gathered all together in a group as they all waited with fear and pain on their faces. Every single one of the slaves were either injured, maimed, bleeding, or had broken a bone or two. But if there was one thing that they all shared was an empty and soulless look in their eyes.
All of them were broken and felt lifeless. When they started there were 50 of them but since they left and the Second Hunting Captain started his plans there were only 20 of them left. And nine of them were killed or brutally murdered by Asherns play time.
It was hell since they left the tribe.
Even the promise of freedom when they were supposed to help the second Hunting Captain clear the monster nest was lost, like something just before reach but never able to touch it or see it happen.
And the one who was supposed to be their leader, was nothing more than a monster in human flesh.
While his second was a sadistic demon.
Alyan and Ashern were overlooking all the slaves from atop a sand dune. Alyan was smirking as a prideful look was on his face.
While Ashern just had a sadistic smile with a hungry look in his eyes as Alyan promised he could grab three more toys for his play time.
Alyan just continued to watch the slaves as the prideful look on his face grew bigger as his smirk turned into a prideful one instead.
"This is how it should be, everyone bowing before me as their rightful God and master. All your lives are in my hands. Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell your heartfelt sacrifice to the rest of the tribe." Then he started to shake slightly as he laughed. "No I won't, no one cares about bait. You're nothing, are nothing."
Alyan finished his short speech to himself with an arrogant smile on his face. As Ashern was trying to find his three new toys from the crowd of slaves.
"One two three, three two one, three one two, hoo, hoo, who is gonna be my brand new toy? Choices, choices." Ashern was pointing randomly into the crowd of slaves with hunger and excited expression on his face and in his eyes.
But he had to stop as Alyan breathed in deep and spoke aloud. His arrogance was palpable in his voice.
"Fellow tribe members, we are getting closer and closer to exterminating the rest of the monster nest. Every single one of you are heroes of the tribe sacrificing yourself for the betterment of the tribe. Know that when we are done your heroic tale will spread far and wide." Then he paused as he basked in his glorious speech then continued. "I have come up with another plan that will allow us to kill off the remaining beasts in the nest. Plus I have another mission that Ashern needs help with so I need three volunteers."
When he finished he had a pound smile on his smug face as he closed his eyes but, when all that answered him was silence his face started to shake slightly. But as the silence continued his face started to turn red in anger. He snapped his eyes open as fire burned within them but when he saw that all the slaves were still silent he snapped and threw a tantrum like a child.
But before he could throw his tantrum he was interrupted by someone clapping their hands in amusement.
Clap, clap, clap...
"WHO, DARES!?!?"
Alyan bellowed out in rage and fury looking for the source of the clapping.
But after looking for a little he couldn't find the source as he shouted again.
"Show yourself, you coward!"
Then a dark and cold voice questioned, as it sent a cold and spine shaking feeling among everyone as they trembled.
"Coward?" Then continued. "That's rich coming from a bitch who's used others to fight for him. I mean you'd always bring so many of your dead followers to torture, and abuse a small child."
As to follow up with his anger Rose screeched a demonic hiss.
Everyone except Alyan, fell to their knees and as their legs gave out in fear.
Ashern finally felt something click in his mind as to why he was always shaking as a terrified and panicked expression formed on his face.
Alyan was only able to stand because anger burned like a white flame in his mind, his yellow golden eyes held only rage, as his lips twitched.
As he felt the voice of fault, of everything that went wrong behind him!
Alyan slowly turned around as he saw the Cursed Devil of the tribe Polemos the Mad One behind him with cold purple eyes with a solemn smile on his face. He was wearing a sleeveless black kurta with purple-black harem pants, and black boots. His harpoon held in his left hand.
Rose was behind him also as she was looking down upon Alyan like she was about to strike.
"You!" Alyan said in a voice that spat venom, his eyes ablaze with fury and hate.
Polemos stood with his harpoon in his left hand ready to throw as he spoke.
"Yes me, who were you expecting, a volunteer to be the trembling and now a pissed stained Asherns mission. And really Alyan, if anyone is a coward it's you. You know that anger isn't good for your health but it doesn't matter, you'll be dead soon."
When Alyan heard that his anger brought a form of clarity to his mind as he remembered who was behind him. As a prideful and arrogant expression formed on his face as he put his hands behind his back. And he laughed in a prideful manner.
Polemos was not expecting Alyan to laugh at all as he thought.
'And I thought I was a Mad One. Does he not see that he's prey caught?'
Polemos didn't have to wait long as Alyan spoke as if he had won and had everything in his grasp.
"Dead, no you and your insect will be though, can't you see that I have more on my side, I'll win." Then he yelled.
"Heroes of the tribe, the Curse of the tribe, is before us, come and rush forward and to anyone of the heroes who kills him will have their freedom back." Alyan pointed forward as he pushed his chest out with pride on his face. As he looked to see the terror take form on Polemos's face.
But he heard nothing except for the wind that came from Polemos's harpoon being thrown as it pierced his right shoulder. When he felt the harpoon pierce his shoulder pain replaced his anger as he was brought out of his delusions. As he was pulled forward and fell as he screamed and yelled like a child.
"Save me, you trash bait, I'm your master and God. Ashern do something you freak save me I'm not supposed to die I'm supposed to be a God!"
When Alyan hit the ground he quickly opened his eyes as pain and fear spread across his face but, when he tried to raise his head up he couldn't as his face was slammed back into the sands. As a cold deep voice mocked him.
"A God really? No you're just a human who thinks you own all and believes that everyone should bow before yourself, if anything. And I wasn't lying, you'll be dead soon not yet but soon but, before that happens." Polemos had a vicious look in his purple eyes as he smiled.
Then Polemos stomped and snapped both Alyans elbows breaking them as a sick snapping sound followed by Alyan screaming like a pig before slaughter. Polemos had a carefree smile on his face as he snapped both of Alyans elbows like twigs.
"Oh this is nothing, just wait till we get back to the tribe it'll be much worse than this. And I gotta tell ya this Hunt sucked you made it so easy to find you." Then he stomped on the back of Alyans head with enough force to knock him unconscious. And kicked him over so as to roll him over so he wouldn't die from suffocating and reached down and pulled out his harpoon and sheathed it.
Then he looked over and spoke to the pissed stained shaking Ashern.
"Oh how I dreamed of how to kill you Ashern, I've thought of many ways and forms but I wonder if you heard of flaying one flesh? If you haven't, it is a very delicate and painful process. I mean I can skin beasts of their skin but it would be the first time I'm doing a worm. Oh I'm sorry that's insulting to worms." Polemos spoke in an emotionless voice as a bright smile spread across his face as he slowly walked over. As he pulled out his dagger and ran the edge across his thumb.
Ashern didn't respond but his shaking increased as fear enveloped his entire body and mind. Ashern wasn't able to register anything as he continued to shake and piss himself.
Polemos just continued to run his thumb over the edge of his dagger as he looked down on the shaking and terrified Ashern. Then using the pommel of his dagger he struck the back of Asherns head knocking him out as blood slowly trickled down his head. As he looked down at all the terrified and kneeling broken slaves.
"What am I gonna do with all of you? From the looks of the corpses they've all been poisoned and will die soon or was, it was only that group that died. Guess I'll ask, no I won't even if I did they would be too scared to even answer." Polemos spoke to himself as he wondered what he should do with all the remaining slaves. But he just ignored them and left them kneeling on the ground in fear as he grabbed Asherns ankle and dragged him to Alyans unconscious body.
But what Polemos didn't know was that all the slaves' hearts stopped the moment their knees hit the ground as Rose's demonic screech broke their minds and stopped sending signals to pump their hearts.