Infernatum, a desert, one of the most extreme climates that can exist, the heat can become such that even when one looks at the distance everything is distorted, the sweat barely manages to leave your forehead when it is already evaporating, the creatures can barely find the minimum requirements to survive, although the less fortunate will find eternal rest in these infernal sands and only when their dry bones are found by another person on their way, someone will know that they will have existed. What is worse than dying and no one knows of your existence? In this challenging scenario is a city, Oasis, a city full of vegetation, without ostentatious buildings, since most of the people who are living in the city are either merchants or just passing through, as its name indicates, Oasis is located in the middle of a green area with access to subway lakes that provide a constant source of water, so all those caravans that are traveling through Infernatum usually trace their route to pass through Oasis, although it is not one of the main cities within the desert, it can be said that it is one of the main trading centers; Slaves? Food and water? Weapons and other miscellaneous items? Or perhaps a bit of nightly entertainment? There's nothing that can't be found, if you know to look in the right places.
Within the sandy corridors of the city stood a merchant, fat, unkempt and with a beard that had remnants of food wich smell to know that had not months, but years without knowing a bathroom; was walking slowly through the less traveled alleys of the city, where you could see a multitude of vendors offering a very eccentric merchandise and all you could hear were the cries "Slaves! Omicron slaves at a good price! Virgin slaves at only 1 Golden Denarius! What are you looking for? Children, old men, sisters? Ask away, because I sure have it!
The merchant looked indifferently at the sellers while observing the cages behind them or the tied up people whose gazes seemed lost, a look of desolation that indicated the loss of all hope. Quickly the fat man reached the stall advertising Omicron slaves, he immediately noticed the more than 10 people caged behind the vendor who was hiding behind a balaclava, these same people had visible tattoos somewhere on their bodies: the characteristic symbol of the so-called "Cursed", a Zero whose meaning was commonly for people with Plasma of some kind but had such a useless manifestation that even ordinary people were more valuable than them, or in some strange cases were people with mutant Plasma but due to various reasons had never manifested their power so they ended up with a fate that anyone would not wish even to his worst enemy.
The salesman quickly noticing the look of the fat man mentioned with much familiarity "Welcome back customer, today I have something special for you", he said while pointing to a small cage that contained a young man around 16 years old, skinny, with misaligned hair and full of dirt whose dirt barely let you see a grayish color under the capable of dirt, with a severe case of malnutrition and most striking of all a red eyes but without a spark of will to live that could be appreciated. "This young man has just arrived, he is a special Omicron as he has mutant Blood, but has never manifested his power, I found him in a large city while chatting with an old friend. He mentioned to me that he had found this slave guy somewhere else and that he had bought him to try to make his mutant blood manifest, after all how much would someone with mutant blood and a manifestation of mutant blood be worth? Anyway, he told me that after a few years of trying various methods and experiments, he made no progress, lightning even still gives me chills with the kind of experiments he performed on this guy, I'm very surprised that after all that he didn't die. Moving on from that, I know you like unique things just the same" He paused dramatically, "5 Golden Denarii and it's yours," he stared at the fat man, who didn't take his eyes off the red eyed young man. The fat man reached into his pouch as the vendor smiled slightly, but despite his expectation, the vendor only pulled out a chicken leg and began to eat it as he continued to stand there saying nothing, after three bites and still with a mouth full of food, he said in some barely understandable way "3 Golden Denarii and 5 silver take it or leave it", The seller quickly agreed as 3 Golden Denarii was no small price for a slave, especially for a useless one who could die at any moment. The transaction was quickly carried out and a few minutes later the fat man could be seen again walking through the corridors of the city while he ate another chicken leg with his left hand and with the other he held a rope that reached the neck of a young malnourished man with a lost look who was doing his best not to fall down while he followed his new owner, just like a dog.
While all this was going on, on the outskirts of the city, a more relevant event was taking place; on a nearby dune, a woman was standing looking at the nearby Oasis, this woman was only wearing a small, very small bone armor which only covered her bulging breasts and the lower part of her body, however, this did not hide her perfect body and her pronounced curves that wherever she went would become the center of any man's lascivious glances, In addition, she wore a bone case, rather like a skull which only let you see her lips, thick red lips that showed a snow-white smile, that just by witnessing her, even without seeing her face, you could know that she was a beauty like no other.
This sinister beauty made no movement for some time until she raised one of her delicate white hands, pointing towards Oasis and spoke only one word in a cold, sweet voice "Kill", after which, behind her skeletons began to appear, all emerging from the sand near and far, some complete while others were missing an arm, a leg, their head, there were animals, people and all sorts of creepy shapes that could be found with large sizes like an elephant and then there were others only the size of a foot, like rodents; some of the human forms even had armor on and wielded, swords, axes and a variety of objects created by humans, surely warriors fallen for various reasons in this hellish place.
This scene could only be described in one way 'Too many to count', the horde of skeletons took less than 5 breaths to form and began to run madly and disorderly towards the city, their eyes glowing with a green light that only made their presence more intimidating and would give the faintest of hearts nightmares for some time to come.
At the city walls one of the guards noticed in the distance a cloud of dust approaching, something relatively common in this place, but the strange thing was that this cloud of dust was heading directly towards the city, against the wind, quickly he took a pair of binoculars to better appreciate the situation and upon giving a slight glance at the approaching dust cloud his face paled and with difficulty he shouted "!!!S.....S...Sound the alarm, we are under attack!!!".
----Thank you all for reading this far I really appreciate it, we had a slow start but suddenly things picked up, don't you think? I plan to do a Q&A section at the end of each chapter so any questions/opinions or advice you may have can be posted in the comments or message me on my personal Fb and maybe they will appear in this section! But before the Q&A section as your narrator I will clarify two things(I know you all are very smart and don't need me to clarify but still). Denarii are the official currency of our world, they are coins made of different materials, the least valuable is silver, 1 gold is worth 10 silver, the next level of value is also worth 100 times the gold. Now as for the power ranks, so to speak, Omicron is the weakest, can you guess the strongest?
1.- The prologue seemed like the introduction to a video game.
r- You're right! Hopefully in the future if it is successful a video game can be made about it.
2-Creature with so much protein in its body could lead an army of undead.
r- Not just a creature, how about a jade beauty leading an army of undead?
3- I want you to make a good number of chapters
r- It all depends on the support I'm getting, if the people want more I'll give them more!
Greetings friends! Wait soon for chapter two titled -Bloody.