Zene Oneshots

The New Slave

Gene stood among the numerous Shadow Knights that had gathered. Normally, the entire Shadow Knight Army wouldn't be gathered for a new rookie, but this time.... things were different. The major part of it was that their lord was getting a physical vessel. According to the Shadow Lord, this new vessel was from his very own bloodline.... it made perfect sense.

As their lord stood up, however, gene noticed that the Shadow Soul which had been in the ritual room was now gone... which was when a small whimper of pain sounded, just like a pin dropping on the floor.

Now he was able to see a pale boy. His raven hair was a mess, with it overlapping one eye. The complexion of the boy was pale as snow, yes, but there were small blotches of bright, blistering red here and there.... was he perhaps sensitive to heat and light? The frame of the figure was petite, with the appearance that he could easily be snapped in half. That wasn't one of the things that stood out the most, though..... this boy had some dark, yet angelic features.... a pitch black halo was shining over his head, a liquid dropping off of it onto the floor, with two feathery black wings sprouted from his back. They were large.... possibly large enough to wrap around his entire body.... there was also a long black demon tail, that layed there helplessly on the floor. One other thing.....

He was entirely naked.

The snickers of his fellow warriors brought Gene back to his senses, as the new figure started to awaken. He gave out a small shriek of fear when he saw all the eyes staring at his bare, pale body.... Gene must have shared similar thoughts with the others, because they started to whisper about the halo, wings, and tail. The boy curled into a small ball in one corner, wrapping those majestic Angel wings around his body.

"Shadow Knights, you are dismissed." Shad growled, staring the new rookie down. "I will take care of the new rookie."

The Shadow Knights obeyed without questioned, disbanding from the room. Gene thought for a moment, before breaking into a dash down to the bar. Hey, they may be Shadow Knights, but some of them still craved alcoholic beverages... either way, the bar tender there always had good and reliable ties to the world above.

"Bar tender dude!"

"Hm?"

"Name every person who has raven hair that has become a Dark Angel."

"The only one I can think of would be Zane Ro'Meave.... why?"

"No reason. See ya."

With that, Gene spun around on his heel, running out of the bar area.

"Zane Ro'Meave...... from O'khasis...." Gene thought, running up the staircase.

Gene dared to peek into the ritual room, and once again saw the petite boy..... only..... his wings and tail were ripped off, and his halo was on the floor... his eye was a demonic blood red.... and he was wearing some.... unusual Shadow Knight attire.... for starters, he was wearing a black bodice with dark red ribbon. Around his shoulders was a see through black shawl, with a black veil covering his face. He was wearing a short black pencil skirt with similar dark red ribbon, along with see through black stockings that had dark red at the top. Black flats covered his feet, with a dark red collar in his hands.

"Gene..... there you are.."

Gene looked up at his lord, who was staring back at him with an unamused glare.

"Yes, my Lord?" Gene asked, standing straight.

"Zane doesn't meet the requirements necessary to be a warrior Shadow Knight...." Shad glanced at Zane. "So as much as I would like to make him my own, I'm assigning him as your slave..."

"I thank you for your generosity." He nodded.

"Don't get used to it." He hissed, before handing him a black leash. "This goes with his collar. You better take care of him, or you'll hear from me."

"Yes, my Lord." He nodded once more.

Stepping into the room, Zane looked up in fear at Gene. Who wouldn't? I mean, Shad had torn off his wings and tail, made him wear a woman's outfit, and then just left him! What was next? He was going to have to be this one's slave?

"Get up." Gene growled.

Zane stood up shakily, his legs still hurting from being kicked. He stared at Gene innocently, which quickly turned into a look of fear when he grabbed his collar. Gene attached the leash, before yanking on it, making the collar tighten around Zane's neck.

"Come along, slave." He chuckled, beginning to walk.

Zane whimpered, but followed. Great..... so he was a slave.... that wasn't what he had wanted. He had read that all Shadow Knights became warriors of the army, but then again, there were the maidens and prophets.... so of course there would be slaves...

With that, Zane's life as a slave began..... always wearing the dark veil over his face.... never allowed to see the world for it's true colors, unless he was looking at Gene..... other Shadow Knights trying to lift his skirt.... being constantly hit and tortured by his master...... that was his new life.

And he swore to himself that he would escape it, even if it cost his own life.