The castle was massive and had enough capacity to house all the slaves. In stock was enough to feed them for a long time even if they sat by and did nothing. He took his time to adjust to the castle then claimed the lord's bedroom to himself, stripping it bare and taking it for his lonesome.
He snapped a finger, and found himself standing in his pocket dimension. It was a new day here in this world and a new day meant a new gift from the system. He blinked and a screen appeared in his vision, then his face lit up,
⦗Day 2, Sign-in — Consume 1000 Divine Points (DP)?⦘
"Everything? Wait a second. Does this mean I have to wreck havoc for seven days in a row so I'd finally gain Order?" Requiem mused as he dropped down, a seat forming beneath him. The seat grew into a massive throne as he observed the screen. His powers were growing stronger in this plane.
He leaned forward, and sighed.
⦗Signed-in Day 2⦘
⦗Destiny Points 56⦘
⦗Unlocked, Chaotic Rift (S)⦘
"A blessing or another curse?" he attempted an appraisal but unless he used the skill, he could not fully know its ability. Sadly, there were no other details for a blessing except the tittle. Requiem waved his hand and closed the screens, opening a few by the side,
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⦗Name: Requiem Rafael, The First⦘
⦗Race — Divine Immortal⦘
⦗Class: Shepherd⦘
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⦗Strength 10⦘ ⦗Speed 15⦘ ⦗Perception 10⦘
⦗Defence 10⦘ ⦗Mind 10⦘ ⦗Endurance 10⦘
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Blessings:
⦗A Shepherd's Authority⦘
⦗Chaotic Rift⦘
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Curses:
⦗Cosmic Eternal⦘
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Spatial Inventory:
⦗6/100⦘
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Signed-in:
⦗2/365500⦘
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⦗Enslaved Gods 0⦘
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⦗Title: Royal Subhuman⦘
⦗Servants — 109⦘
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Shop: Locked
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After he was done reading through, Requiem frowned. He had the title of subhuman? A coldness formed on his face as he reached out his hand and distorted the surface of that screen. He willed the screen to close as the dimension faded into reality.
Requiem sat on the massive bed, raising his hand up to his face. His hand was so small — and he wondered how he looked. There were no mirrors in the bedroom and the glass structures that could reflect light like one had been moved to special rooms.
"Come in…" he heard a knock on the door and he answered with his head bowed. He heard their steady footsteps approach the bed and he lifted his head to gaze at them, the cold gleam in his eyes faded, "What do I owe the repugnance of this visit, Yver…"
Yver was not shrouded in the purple mist like before, but she wore a long purple gown, dragging it across the ground, her legs invisible. Her eyes swept across the plain room then settled on him the moment after, cold and calculating.
"I had information that a great storm brew in the seas. I had communicated with the gods and all are aware of this development." She climbed up his bed, crawling towards him on all fours, "Loki had disappeared and the sun fails to reveal itself. No one bothered with my issue…"
"You are not in any inherent danger and they have bigger problems to face than a mere mortal," he inched closer, staring Yver in the eyes. He felt her warm breath on his nose as he continued, "This moment of unrest is the best moment for me to stir chaos, and I can't have you betraying me, can I?"
⦗Blessing Active!⦘
"No, you can't. You bastard!" she reached out her hands to grab his neck and he let her, smiling with a dead light in his eyes as she held his neck but could not strangle him. Her frustration poured into her aura that ripped the bed sheets apart in a wild explosion.
Another knock was heard and Requiem tilted his head to the side, "Please, come in."
Fay stepped in through the already open door. She was dressed in white and black, her hair tied in a tail, swaying behind her. She held a tray of food in her hands, her head bowed. She halted in her steps when she lifted her gaze to Yver and Requiem.
An assassination! She opened her mouth to scream for help but froze as Requiem lifted a hand,
"Don't worry, Fay." Requiem placed his hands atop Yver's and pulled hers away. She frowned, the cold light in her starry — literal — eyes gleaming as she stepped back. He observed her as she stood to her feet and jumped off his ruined bed, walking away, "Fay, do you have a mirror?"
"There is one in a room at the end of the corridor…" she approached his bed, dropping the food beside him and stepping back with her head bowed, "I can go retrieve it, if you command so." There was silence for a moment as Requiem thought it over.
"Quickly bring it to me…" he waved his hand and she turned around to leave. As she left, he took a quick glance at the food, "Would I be affected by poison? Hmm, I should have asked if she drugged the food or anything…" He sighed, then took a bite.
He waited for seconds, savouring the delicious taste, 'Must be the slow poisons.' Requiem didn't waste any time in consuming the food, wiping his face with the cloth when he was done. Fay stepped in, as if on cue, with two men carrying a massive mirror with them.
They dropped it beside Requiem and bowed to him, then they turned around and left. Fay picked up the tray and waited for any commands. Requiem watched as the doors were closed, then his gaze grew serious and he turned it to face the mirror. He was going to see—
"I look like a doll…" he blurted out loud, then he Fay heard clear her throat, turning to her with blood red eyes. Requiem returned his gaze to his reflection. There was no way he could guess how old he was and he decided it would be best to ask Margaret, if she knew.
"My Lord, may I speak?" Fay bowed her head to evade his gaze, she shuddered as she felt a cold aura surround her, threatening to swallow her up. She cleared her throat again, struggling to breath with the aura tightening around her heart.
"Yes…." His voice was like ice, "You…", threatening to freeze her mind, "May."
"My Lord. You are very…" she fell silent, coughing for the third time. It was like a log was stuck in her throat, and she struggled to continued, tightening her hand around her chest. A hand of ice had grasped her heart, slowly crushing it.
"Very — What?" Requiem stared at his reflection, and the glass cracked. He stared silently until he heard Fay drew in a breath then he sighed. He prepared himself for the best, but looking at the reflection in the mirror…
"My Lord, you are very beautiful!" she shouted.