The slave merchant believes he is having a night of pure ecstasy in the bed chambers, lit by lanterns and veiled by curtains.
He was surrounded by four women, one of them was kissing his neck and licking him seductively. The other was busy touching the man's entire body with slow hand movements, while the last two were now taking off their revealing clothes and exposing their maculate bodies as they posed and danced for him.
It didn't take long for his rod to stiffen like steel, and he longed to relieve his responsibilities tonight with all of these lovely females. He didn't hesitate, grabbing one of them and turning her face away as he humped her like a male dog would a female body.
The act was rhythmic and calming as they all savored the luxurious passion fruit that had taken days and days to ripen and the juices to be devoured and licked with their hungry mouths and tongues eager to sample the fruits' flavors.
Before he could be released, the curtains in his chamber were drawn open, revealing a man with blue hair. The women yelled out in astonishment, as some immediately gathered their garments and exited the bed, while the one who was enjoying her lovely session asked:
"Are we finished my lord?"
The merchant took his hand to wipe his lips as he spat on it, then proceeded to slap the woman's rear while saying:
"Yes, we are finished. "Get out of here," he said as they hurriedly exited.
The slave merchant took his nightgown from the bed and began to wear it as he asked:
"You better have a good excuse for making cut my fun short, Vance"
Vance looked exhausted, with fainted breath, and added:
"Apologies sir, we… have … a … problem"
"What does the champ still have it in him?" The merchant replied as he patted Vance on the back.
Vance tightened his teeth slightly as he felt his left rib cage.
"The champ is not the problem I speak off"
"So don't just grit your teeth in silence man, just what is going on?"
"The slave…. it's the slave who is the problem"
The slave merchant chuckled as he licked his lips as he eyed a cup of wine on the small counter in the room,
"Seriously how can little boy is not yet man enough to f*ck be a problem Vance. What is the matter, has the spirit gotten a hold of your body huh"
Vance was handed down a cup of wine that the Slave merchant poured; Vance drank it whole as he put the cup on the counter.
"The boy…. he …. is…. tethered as well" Vance said with fainted breath.
The slave trader nearly dropped the cup on the ground but was able to instantly avoid that recorded action and only spilled little wine, he inquired in surprise:
"Really, are absolutely sure the boy is gifted?"
"I could sense it well" Vance responded: "He gave off the same sensation of dread as you when I first met you, boss"
The slave merchant grew dim as the lights in the room began to flicker, and the room began to vibrate like his anger at the time, as his pig-like appearance grew in size. Suddenly, the lights stopped flickering, and the slave merchant began to laugh uncontrollably, throwing his cup against the wall in hysteria.
He immediately turned to Vance and asked:
"What core is he?"
"I am not aware of that, but the problem is not his core rank boss. It is his fighting prowess, he was able to display a unique style that I have never seen before not ever an Arthesian sergeant can hope to stop his fighting skills"
"So you say, yet you lost out of cowardliness. You have assimilated with a spirit of the 5th core rank which is not sentient enough to stop you from growing your power or limiting it"
Vance wanted to say something but held back as he remembered what he wanted to say. Suddenly, a cold frost invaded the room as if a whisper was spreading it; it was quick and chilling, to the point that many may believe it was winter.
The noises of feet meeting water came from the door, and they all assumed it was coming from the passageway. Vance's eyes flashed bright red as his body turned a vermillion color, his teeth sharpened, his body began to grow in size to the height of a horse and eventually steam emanated from his body as his rage escalated.
As the door slowly opened, they saw a glimpse of a little black claws and a scaled hand with grey, white, and black scales. Whatever creature had opened the door, there he was.
The boy with skin color of the people of the southern continent was here in their house and the boss's chambers without knocking… Some could argue that was impolite of a slave, yet the man said nothing.
The slave merchant looked at the price he had been eying for a very long time entering his chamber where he had hoped would be tonight but in chains of course. The boy was wearing sandals with leather bonds on them, his upper body was bare and only wore animal skin garment as underwear.
Vance lunged at Monare like a mad dog as he had one thought to his mind tear that boy to pieces.
"VANCE STOP DON'T DAMAGE MY MERCHANDISE" Shouted the merchant with a bit of worry in his eyes.
But Vance couldn't listen; his demands were about to be fulfilled, which was exactly what his rage wanted. As he approached the youngster, Monare took a breath, unmoved, and went for the bottom jaw, grabbing it with his scaled hands and pulling it down to the ground with incredible strength.
Vance's body landed forcefully on the ground, causing it to rumble slightly; some of his teeth shattered owing to the impact and the size of the hand. Monare then used his claws on Vance's face while attacking nonstop, also aiming for his eyes.
He made certain that the beast did not see Vance cry as Monare used his claws brutally and without compassion on the cries of the once human.
Then Monare noticed his mouth emitting a frigid breath that was visible to the naked eye. His attention was drawn to the merchant by the bed, but he was nowhere to be found.
A familiar and yet foreign sound was heard in the room as Monare attempted to locate it; perhaps because to the huge body of the altered Vance, Monare was unable to locate the source. The distant and unfamiliar sound was similar to that of a hog or pig. Monare had a fast notion and voiced it aloud:
"Demonic"
"Right Oink on Oink boyo"
Monare discovered the cause when he observed a racing figure run toward him, bashing at him with ferocity. Monare was thrown back and smacked a wall hard, his eyes almost whites but not quite.
The merchant seized the boy's leg and hurled him hard into the body of the transformed Vance; he then sprinted toward Monare with a ready fist, punching through Monare's torso and Vance's massive body.
Vance's body shattered into parts and fragments of flesh that flew everywhere, accompanied by blood. Vance had dying, but Monare was able to prevent his death by transforming sections of his torso into the hard scales that now cover his hands.
The merchant scoffed.
"Men are replaceable these days, laughing. He had to die. "Stupid...he couldn't handle a simple boy alone."
As he spoke, the merchant turned into a black furred humanoid with hooves for feet, muscles on his hands and legs, and two tusks protruding from his lips.
"Don't worry Oink I will make sure that you are healed Oink enough for the fun to start again"