And that is why Moros was currently enjoying a private room with his 4 bunk buddies being done in for murder and all sorts of heinous crimes.
These were the toughest baddies this planet had to offer, and they were sharing a prison cell with him. Or that is what I thought after that lady just grabbed some mysterious teleport crystal, throwing him in the middle of this prison.
They grabbed his magical visor for "analysis" or whatever and stuffed him in this room without any due process or judge condemning him…to be fair, they did not have to─he lost the game of guessing the crime by a lot.
The room was rather spacious, with everyone having their own bed, a private toilet and a shower each for themselves. The room had orange lights at the ceiling, and a nice, fancy series of paintings hung up on the wall.
He had never expected such luxury in a prison of all places.
The first thing he did was introducing himself and listing all the stuff he was in for. Moros looked at his inmates and wondered how they would react, would they beat him up or laugh at him for a softie?
Instead, they offered him a drink and invited him to a game of cards, which they had been playing in their spare time.
As one thing lead to another, people began to talk and Moros quickly realised…nobody had any idea where this place was. They all were done in by a secret agent for going against the magician code.
Some did not report new monsters, like Moros, others did not notify the government of new found dungeons, like Moros, few more did impersonate government officials to gain a bonus or intel, like Moros…At this point, Moros was not confused why he was here of all places.
The game of cards went by uneventful, with the new super-criminal getting second place. Which is why he would get extra pudding from the third place.
Number 1 got the cookie of number 4.
Number 4, nicknamed the crazy Cannibal, did not like this fact one bit, so he stood up and walked to number 1 with madness in his eyes.
He walked up, put his strong right hand atop his shoulders and fell to his knees.
"Spare me the cookie, pls. The cookie is my everything."
Number 3, the Blind Butcher, stared at him with his 2 functioning eyes. Endless lust crazed on his face as he laughed like a maniac. The row of missing jagged teeth appeared after he opened his mouth to reply.
"I will give you half since you are my best buddy."
And so the 4 new best friends were let out of the cell and walked in an orderly fashion into the cafeteria. Moros saw many new faces, all of whom were happily chatting about life and their families.
Moros never expected any prison to be like that. Had he known prior, he would have gotten arrested ages ago. Sure money was important, but have you considered being surrounded by people that were just like him?
This was the perfect opportunity to network and make new friends who were just as crafty as him in regard to making cash.
Arriving at the cafeteria, Moros could not believe his eyes.
"Was this a prison or a spa?"
It was a fine dining room, with enough space for all the hundred inmates. Couches lay on the side, there were even many gaming stations and all sorts of fun activities.
There was a cook, creating all their meals in front of them with the biggest smile on their face. Moros had never seen a human so happy.
Some nicely dressed prison staff even offered massages to the worn-out prisoners. Everyone seemed to live their best life here.
Once he sat down, a strange palette of mysterious food items was placed before him. A small creature that Moros had never seen, brought it to him before disappearing into the void.
He had never seen so many strange looking, but equally tasty things in his life. Without waiting for an explanation about what may be what, he wolfed down the soup-like thingy and the meaty object that looked like it was meat from another world.
Moros drank the liquid that looked like it could be poison. It wasn't─otherwise, he would be dead by now.
In the blink of an eye, Moros had consumed vast amounts of calories and gave off a loud burp of pure satisfaction.
"This is the life…."
If he was to die in this moment, he knew it would have been a rather shitty life, but the last moments would have been quite cool. Yeah, thats how he felt after eating all the yummy stuff.
The other people did not care that Moros acted like a caveman, no they even cheered on as he ate everything in record time.
Was this the home that Moros never had? Or were they the brother he always had?
Regardless, this was much better than he ever thought it could have been. Could life get any better?
After every inmate ate their fill, a loud siren announced the thing that everyone had been waiting for. It was time to work.
Moros did not know why everyone was so excited for work, but he simply followed the masses that went to their place of work in an excitement he had rarely seen on anyone.
What could convicts find so entertaining that they nearly ran to their work? Exactly, it was the killing of monsters.
The walls were white, the ceiling tall with bling lights and on the floor there were many drainage systems in the new room that Moros walked into.
And each criminal had a designated table with a monster fixated on it.
Moros walked to his designation after kindly asking the prison guard where he needed to go. "0DAHe0" was his designated code man and from this day onwards his new identity.
On the cold, metal table before him there was a monster, he knew just too well. A dear friend, he had made in the forest and only held the tiniest of grudges against.
It was a goblin and with the knife, the prison trusted its criminals with…he stabbed that bitch and slashed its throat.
Waiting for a few seconds, the death of the target was confirmed. The table moved up at one side and the corpse slid down into a small hole that opened up to catch the goblin corpse.
The table, then was moved into the grounds and through some magical means, moved up a few seconds later with a new goblin strapped to the table.
You will not believe what happens next. Moros stabbed it, slit its throat and happily watched its lifeless body fall into the pit.
Waiting for the next to arrive Moros' gaze wandered and gleefully took in the sight of all his sworn brothers murdering the goblins that came before him. If heaven existed, it was here in this small room.
On one hand, Moros could have questioned why there was a need to kill all these goblins at this place…on the other hand, Moros could simply enjoy life to his fullest.
The decision was an easy one to make, since the next goblin basically begged to be killed. Moros could not look at this green, little cute eyes and not penetrate its heart with that big knife they were handed.
Who was he to reject the advances of all these juicy goblins that waited for his big fat juicy tool? His knife.
This was one was too ugly to live.
This one died for herb 1.
This one died because Moros could not come up with a good reason to kill it.
This one died because it laughed at the reason Moros gave for killing the one prior.
This one died for herb 2.
This one died for herb 3.
This one died because his neighbour challenged him to a fast murder competition and Moros did not want to lose.
This one died due to it looking like all the other goblins.
This one died due to life not being fair.
This one died because life was fair and its brother was dead.
This one died since Moros did not even need a reason to kill them. He just did.
And so the day passed by in the blink of an eye. Moros did not even notice the passage of time as he enjoyed working in the prison too darn much. He did admit, it would have been much more satisfying with his visor confirming his kills.
But, he could not complain. This was way too much fun anyhow. And all the herbs had been avenged, he made sure that everyone of them felt his pain
As his shift was over he casually walked back to his cell All people were tired, but all were very happy.
They all took another shower and put on some new, comfy pair of clothes. With pure happiness they fell into their beds and slept soundly.
Prison is fun!!!