My master is light

darkness

Darkness, a world born from darkness. But for some reason the people born from light were the ones worshipped.

Being born from darkness just like this world was. Its a sin. So we are peasents, less than human, while they live in luxury, they're nobility, we bow to them.

My purpose in this world is death, so I will accept it. I've seen what happens to those who don't first hand. The darkness consumes them, they become monsters.

Vicious monsters, who don't know who they are anymore, I will never become that. My life will be ended with my own hands before i let that happen to me.

But now i have a second chance, i wont waste it, and i wont fight back, the empire of darkness isn't my enemy.

A bright light shines through my window each morning waking me from my slumber to the sweet smell of freshly baked bread. Iron, the smell of bread isn't here today, instead it is replaced with iron.

I see shadows by my door, still shadows, not moving not even to take a breath. The air is damp. Without even a gust of wind my bedroom door is swung open.

Blood, puddles of blood everywhere, lines and puddles and stains, everywhere. The walls full of handprints in red, lines of red everywhere, bodies of red. Then suddenly my world becomes red.

Monsters of all colors and of all forms. Death follows where ever they go. My head hurts, and then i fall. A monster, but this one is of light.

A cage, dead bodies, lifeless people, a carriage. The sky becomes blacker with every passing minute. The air becomes more polluted, the clouds get blacker, slave town.

All the slaves are stuffed in one place until bought. Slave town, the unofficial name. This place is hell before another hell. Diseases, bacteria, death at every corner.

The real hell is being bought by a noble. A persona of light, they're all evil. Twisted physcos blessed with power.

An auction held once a month. There all the slaves are sold and if you're not, then they let you rot in a cell, or your demoted. You would think a slave is the worst it could get. No, compared to this living the life of a slave is luxury. They're called pets, treated worse than bugs on the street. They are what's used for experiments, human punching bags, killed for fun.

5 days until the next auction. Look your best, be obedient, wake up early, make sure at least your face is clean. Gather your places as they count to make sure we're all still there. Eat your food off of the floor, count, sleep. Repeat.

2 days left. People are starting to get worried. Some have committed suicide, others have hurt people to get what they have. Eat, count, today is a shower day but first come first serve. Sleep.

1 day left. Our numbers have been cut in half. Suicide, some killed, others ran away. There's no where to run away though so they're found, dead.

The day of the auction. They're dressed in their best attire, they're hair is done, for a slave they look beautiful. I already know how this works. Its all for nothing.

The auction has begun, the screams are getting louder now, all of their clothes they worked so hard for are being torn off. Their perfect skin is being dirtied. My turn.

The expression i wear is not of one that is scared but one of those that is used to this. My tattered clothes on the floor leaving my pale body left with nothing. My figure uncommon of one that is born of darkness. 

A blessing for having experienced death at least once. Unlike those born of light, figures born in darkness are small, frail, creatures. They can't even weild a sword. "any offers?" 1 silver was the first offer for me 2 silvers, 3 silvers, 5 silvers, 1 gold,

Gold? For a slave? He must be new to this. 2 gold, 100 gold. 100 gold going once, going twice, sold to the young man in the back. Gasps went around the shocked crowd, a slave sold for 100 gold, an event for history.

Im now the property of one them. A man, he seems young, maybe early 100's. He doesn't seem approachable. "Meet your new master", master.

"hello, i am Helios." the slave masters face dropped and he followed. He bowed. "follow me". There was no carriage but it's expected, a distance away a dragon rested. "Helios The dragon Tamer". A beautiful dragon the color of the moon. "Get on". He wanted me to get on first?

Peculiar, but i won't question it. The dragon was tall even when laying down, but its an easy jump. I was on it in a matter of seconds and my master followed.

The distance was far in carriage, but on a dragon it only took a few minutes. We were in the dragon tamers domain. Its full of dragons and they're no humans for miles.

The dragon tamer doesn't have servants. He does everything by himself. Why did he want a slave? We enter his castle which goes on for miles, big enough to fit all of the dragons in it plus more.

"follow me" We walk to his chambers. "can you speak" it was unexpected, slaves do not need to speak. "Yes master". "ok, get in the bath" if he was going to kill me he would have done it by now so i'll listen. hot. "You're a persona of darkness right" usually this question was easily answered but it's hard as he gently washing my body.

"yes master i am" his hand is going places i wouldn't expect to be touched. "Why are you bigger than them?" his hands are messaging my scalp and cleaning my hair. Why is he doing this? "I have experienced death before, its my gift master" it was no secret.

"i see" and then he stopped talking. He continued washing my body gently, until he reached my chest area i was ok. He moved his hands in circles all over my chest sending shivers down my spine and hasty breaths out of my mouth. And then he stopped.

He grabbed a robe from his room and took me out of the tub. He slowly put the robe on my body and then he exited the room.