- Tel -
( Vector's Slave District, Main Camp, Tent Area )
" What is going on? The fire is spreading too quickly, almost like it was purposeful? For what reason? They can't escape, it would be futile, and they have no magic anyways "- Tel angrily snarled
" I have no clue, but we need to contain this now! "
" It's spreading too quick! Grab the water buckets, otherwise the district commander will be on our ass !!! "
" F#ck!!! "
Tel helped the guards slowly put out the raging fire, with the constant use of water, and trying to stomp the flames out.
Alas, they had no guard with the water elemental affinity. Otherwise, this could've been over in mere seconds.
Even with all the effort, the flame kept raging on, tent after tent, each tent material feeding it even more. Constantly spreading, like a virus, with no stop, and with no cure in sight.
All the while, slaves were running around panicking, some even burning, and Jerome's little gang was quickly running to the corner, watching the chaotic scenes unfold with shocked eyes.
If it wasn't for one of Jerome's wives noticing the smoke smell, they too would be burnt to a crisp, and his wives mostly likely taken.
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- Vector -
( Cliffside, Vector's Slave District , Outside of Main Camp )
Watching the scenes unfold, the chaos spreading, and revenge in place, Vector could only grin.
After finishing his Spacial spells yesterday, passing out, becoming fully rested, and then waking up early. It was time for his plan.
He swam back through the pond, located by his sleeping area, which was empty fortunately, and found that most of the other outsiders that didn't join his "cause" died as well.
Slightly saddened by this fact, he rejoiced for the fact his plan would go smoother, with no eyes, and no ears at play. Taking his time to look at the environment one last time, he blinked 3 times, each the standard 50 feet, and finally arrived just outside "Jerome's circle".
This circle was where the bigger tents were located in a circle type permitter, with various minions located around in a constant watch party, and yet they were all unprofessionals.
Half of them drunk, unfocused, having sex, and asleep.
Taking advantage of this fact, he took hold of a broken piece of wood, presumably from an old pickaxe, and put it into one of the various fire pits located around the camp.
These pits were made to generate some visible light, but mostly to counteract the extreme cold temperature in the cavern, and this was perfect for Vector's plan.
Having put the wooden stick in the fire, he waited for the flames to do its job, and it quickly caught on fire. Immediately after, he blinked behind a sleeping guards tent, threw the burning piece of wood at the tent, and blinked back to where he was.
All less than 5 seconds, with no visibility seen, and no traces to be found. After upon doing so, he found another, and another, and another… until 10 tents were burning with roaring flames.
While overlooking the tent area, on top of the cliff, he mapped out where to put each fire, and he executed it perfectly to his plan. Planting a fire in 3 tents inside the inner circle, as this was to distract the guards, and then he placed the others all round in the main circle permitter, to slowly seep in.
All in hopes to keep Jerome and his minions trapped in. However, the guards arrived a little bit sooner than expected, but Vector still wasn't worried.
Vector by all means could probably escape right now, just constantly blinking away, but his pride wouldn't allow that, and his mana might run out.
He also swore to kill Tel, Jerome, and his minions.
Vector planned on keeping his word, and will make sure each one is dead.
He wanted vengeance yes, but he needed to close this chapter of his life, he didn't have time to worry about his mental health … but he knew once he got out of here, he would never be the same.
Vector having not shown his personality much in these past coming months, for the sole reason as he couldn't focus on anything else but surviving, and he was also powerless at the time. However, that's not true anymore, Vector is a spiteful person, he knows it, and he doesn't care .
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Witnessing the guards trying to stop the roaring flames, each one focused on this one task, rather than to watch and help the slaves. Vector made his move.
* Swoosh *
Blinking right behind one of Jerome minions, who was currently running away, in less than 2 seconds, he fired an ice bullet straight at his head, and the result was obvious.
* THUMP *
A body dropped, then another, and another. Half of Jerome's minions already dead with a clean shot through their miserable skulls. Vector witnessing these scenes could not help but laugh.
He felt powerful, but he knew better to be cocky, he was also watching his mana sea closely. He had close to 3/4th's left. With each blink he took, he could wipe 2-3 guards, and repeat the process.
However, he needed the job done fast.
He was ignoring the notifications by the system in the back of his head for now, fully focused on the fight ahead, but prompts like this kept playing.
[ Slave Killed + 25 EXP ]
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[ Slave Killed +25 EXP ]
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[ Slave Killed + 25 EXP ]
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[ Slave Killed + 25 EXP ]
…
As he cut off the notifications for now, a little over half of the minions were dead currently, and Jerome only had approximately 6-7 minions left. However, these minions were stationed by Jerome, while the others he already killed were running away from the fire, and could not be visibly seen.
Otherwise, his killing would've not gone unnoticed. He had to finish Jerome's party now, the fire was slowly dwindling, and with the tents slowly being burnt up… the fuel would be gone…
' let's add some more than , 2 birds one stone as they say on earth , ha ! ' Vector inwardly joked to himself
Vector taking the dead minions from all across the chaos, quickly threw them into the fire, their clothes and bodies fueling the fire once more. Alongside, as the evidence was getting extinguished, and no traces could lead back to him.
2 birds, one stone.
' helpful ' Vector smirked
Blinking away in the next moment, Vector activated Ice-Overlord, and the demonic/draconic armor appeared once more. Willing the armored ice claws to come out, he quickly approached Jerome's men in the corner they were located at, and moved as fast he possibly could.
- - -
- Jerome , Slave Boss -
" Why is the fire not out yet! All my sh#t is gonna be burnt, you good for nothing minions ! "
" BOSS! "
" WATCH OUT ! "
" what is that !!!! "
" DEMON ! "
" what the f#ck you on about?! Have you gone mad, there ain't no dem- … ' Jerome quickly stuttered, witnessing the gruesome scene in front of him.
A fully blueish crystalline iced armor, with gleaming ice claws, dripping blood in a straight line, while slowly advancing forward, a draconic beast helmet sat on top, and a striking combo of eyes could be visibly seen.
The purple eye on the left made Jerome want to kneel , like an instinct of how to act when dealing with a tyrant, while the eye on the right was an abyss… no a void… it felt like it could swallow his existence and never let it out.
Jerome was visibly shaken… and rightfully so. The difference between a Royal-Fae , Noble-Fae , and commoner was not just status, no it was power, for power was status in this world.
Jerome could only take slow steps back, eventually hitting the cavern wall behind, his legs trembling, his neck sweating, and all while pissing his pants from fear. His wives in the same exact boat, all trying to gain some form of protection, from their "master".
The only thing that could describe the being in front of them was …
" De-de-ee-mo-ooon … stay bac-k ! "stuttered Jerome, who was in absolute shock.
The demon who kept approaching, slowly knelt down in a graceful manner, grabbed one of the detached heads from Jerome's minions, with the terrified lifeless eyes still displayed, and threw it at Jerome's feet.
The wives and Jerome, could only be even more terrified, looking at the shocked expression the minion had at death, and even more so with the killing intent leaking out of the Demon's body.
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- Vector -
" Whats wrong Jerome, you don't recognize me? How many times did you beat me? How many times did you make me starve? For what? Power? Greed? Control? Because you can … ? " asked Vector, in a murderous but playful tone
Jerome hearing this could only be puzzled, working up the courage to ask, with the slight hope he could get out this alive.
" Who-o ar-e you? " Stuttered Jerome in fear.
" Oh don't recognize me, I guess you wouldn't with my size, and this badass helmet … duhh, silly me, Let me introduce myself you bastard. "
Willing the helmet to quickly evaporate, a beautiful man could be seen. Striking eyes, a sculpted jawline, and a majestic flowing white hair that could only be described as "godly" could be seen.
The wives seeing this, couldn't help but feel intoxicated, they have never seen such a beautiful and handsome man, they would gladly leave Jerome! He was ugly! With these thoughts in the Wives mind, they made a plea… or tried too.
" Please, help us ! This bastard killed my husband and r#ped me! Help me my savior ! " yelled Jerome's first wife, the Fire-Fae, in a sultry and seductive voice.
This Fire-Fae was the same as the one who use to beat him, starve him, and encourage Jeromes behavior.
'She was a world class b#tch, yet here she is, pathetic.' - Thought Vector
All Vector could feel was disgust, the reason being .. her treatment of people, her overall fake personality , and her cruelness knew no bounds. She was worse then Jerome in some ways. Constantly enabling the madness in his head, feeding off it, just like a parasite would.
" That's interesting, come here darling " Vector melodically and seductively whispered, but all of them could hear
The Fire-Fae excited at this prospect, could only walk over in a seductive manner, showing off her assets, in hope to be "saved". However, as soon as she was a few feet away from the man, she felt a pain, a deep pain coming from her gut.
Looking down she could only let out a scream, step back in shock, and look at her gaping claw-like wound in her abdomen.
The other wives seeing this realized he was no savior, only a demon, and their bodies were of no desire to him.
" You b#tch, don't interrupt me again, your worse then him, you stuck up … hmm, I'm getting sidetracked. "
" Where was I Jerome, oh that's right.. who am I? Well let me formally announce myself… " Vector said mockingly, while giving a regal style bow
" Vector Invidia Zenith, the 3rd prince of the Zenith kingdom, the bastard you use to beat, starve, torture, and the "dud" who is more powerful than you." Vector smirked while replying, really emphasizing the "dud" part, drawing it out so Jerome could have the time to process
" NOT POSSIBLE! THAT TRASH! HES DEAD?! YOU DONT LOOK LIKE H- …. "
" Yea you bastard, I awakened my mana, I killed all your minions, and I'm going to kill your wives in front of you, before killing you. You will despair as I've despaired for so long, I will make you suffer. "
" NOO! Spare me please … " cried Jerome, the man appearing no more as the "big boss", just a pitiful man crying and begging.
Vector could only reaffirm in his mind, that power ruled all.
Vector turned to the newest added wife, smiled in a deathly manner, and chuckled " You may leave, I don't know if you'll survive, nor do I care. However, you have never once crossed me or have done anything bad that I know of. Therefore, scram along .. otherwise you can die with them, your choice "
The girl hearing this, immediately took off, not turning back once, running for her dear life. Crying from fear, desperation, but happiness as well.
Vector turning back to the remaining wives and Jerome, smiled with as much malice as he could visibly show, Jerome seeing this could only be taken down a notch once again, trembling in fear.
" Jerome who would you like me to kill, I promise to spare one wife if you let me know who's your favorite right now, your choice " Vector slowly drawing out his words
" Spare my 2nd wife please, she's gentle and kind, she just had my kid too! Please he needs a mother." Jerome spoke in a timid voice
Vector taking a glance back, could see the fire slowly raging down, and Tel in the middle of it. ' F#CK ! ' Vector cursed in his head
" Actually, on second thought, I'm tired of drawing this out, I thought I would feel more pleasure or satisfaction, but I realize your powerless now, I need to kill Tel anyways. Jerome , I was going to torture all your wives, kill the one you just said, only to trick you, to make you fall into despair, and then slowly kill you.. but I changed my mind. Bye " Vector said with a swipe of his hand, sending various ice bullets, one after another, directly aimed at each of their heads.
Each person , could now be seen with various holes throughout their body, struggling to live, blood gushing out, just like when punching a bag of rice… it was constantly overflowing. There was no hope for them.
[ Jerome Killed - 300 XP ]
[ 3 Wives Killed - 75 XP ]
' I need to kill tel, then get the hell out of here. Times ticking… V … ' Vector inwardly groaned to himself, before blinking once more, into the roaring heart of the fire.
Where he would finally confront Tel, a level 35 … while he was only level 4, all the while of being his first real fight in this cruel world.
- - -
- Tel -
( Main Camp , Tent Area , Heart of the Fire )
" F#ck! Half my comrades died from these slaves idiocy !!! UGHHHHHH ! I hate these pests ! It all started with that damn dud of a prince . He was bad luck for sure" Tel muttered, walking through the fire casually, as his body is naturally resistant to the lowly degree of fire that was spreading, especially since this was a natural, and not a magical fire that held any significance of mana.
" Indeed Tel, it all started with me, but it will finish with you " A quiet voice spoke from behind, each word holding a deep pain, emitting an unnatural killing intent, sounding ice cold, and quickly spreading a danger alert through Tel's instincts.
Tel hearing this couldn't help but notice the similarities with someone, yet he couldn't put his finger on who it was, as he wasn't too intelligent,
nonetheless whoever he was, was courting death.
" So cocky, I can't wait to feast on your flesh, you f#cking trash! Just cause your fire resistant means nothing " Tel said, while slowly turning around…
Yet, Tel was completely thrown off guard, in complete shock, and in dismay. This was no slave, nor guard, or even a race he knew.
It was a demon!
The body of this demon could be sculpted by the gods themselves, with only a thin visible blue ice surrounding his compact but toned body, with natural jagged crystal-like plates forming a natural armor-plating of sort.
Constantly rearranging themselves, interlocking constantly, until a snap occurred, and a clinking sound was omitted.
* CLINK *
The armor now fully completed and even more terrifying than before.
The normal looking helmet, gradually transformed into a Draconic snout, with a row of horns, appearing as a crown of Ice, and the two eye sockets, only showing the two striking eyes, which Vector possessed.
All the while, a dangerous amount of killing intent was exuding out of the Demon's body.
Tel was who was never scared, took a step back this time, swallowing deeply, while trying to put some distance between his opponent and him. He could only curse his luck for whatever he did to bring upon this demons wraith.
Tel knew it would be an all out fight, otherwise he would die, and Tel more violence to spread. He wanted to live to spread death, chaos, and be promoted in the Den ranks!
Little did he know, this being in front of him, who he labeled as a monster, and was already wary of, was only level f#cking 4 …
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