The world that we know is not the only one in this universe. Even though we always seems to deny it, but truthfully doesn't that means we are always debating it's existence in that little corner in our mind. Doesn't it mean we wanted it to exist?
There are stories passed by word of mouth, of creatures and cities beyond our imaginations. Technologies and powers out of our reach. But all of them are considered as fairytales. A myth.
Well, let me tell you, those fairytales, myths legends or whatever you called them are true. Well at least in this story, they exist.
Apparently there'a whole new world outside there. Or worlds in this case.
There's Heaven, Hell and our little mudhole is the Human World obviously. But... Earth is not the only one. There are some other Human Worlds floating somewhere around the universe out there too.And there are also The Netherworld. This is where all those mythical creatures we always heard of in bedtime stories, epic lores and all that jazz called home. And in some rare cases humans also end up here. Either by being kidnapped or by their own stupidity.
You see, humans can only end up here if their soul become the posessions of the netherworlders. Let me give you an example. Ever heard of making a deal with the devils? With demons? Yes? Now, ever heard of some stupid humans who use their own soul as a part of the trade? Yes? Now what will happened to that souls exactly?
Their souls may be eaten or it might be burned in hell together with the devils or demons you made the contract with, sometimes they love a human companion while being burned. But this will only happens if you made the contract with the demons.
It's a different story if you accidentally made a contract with a netherworlders. They will not gobble up your souls. Instead they will sell your little souls in their worlds.
And voila! In a split second you will suddenly found yourself, waking up in a filthy barred room, with smells of rotten food and sweats mingled together, surrounded with creatures you've never seen before. Oh, but they speak in English. Thank goodness!
"LIKE HELL!" I shouted to my optimistic thinking.
"Listen! I don't have any part in that freaking deals! That stinking shit just went and do everything by himself! I never agreed to it!" I explained in agony while gripping my hands tightly to the iron bar and shake it hard like it would even do any different.
"It's not like they will care about your personal story. They already bought you from the man, so now you are their merchandise for all they know." Said the man with a pigeon as a head. No I did not just assumed his gender. He have manboobs and he sounds like some middle aged man. Therefore he is.
He's been explaining everything ever since I woke up with a confused looks. Which is just yesterday by the way. Those long narratives before I shouted? He's the one that told me about those. So if you have any inquiries please refer to him instead of me. And thank you for your understanding.
Oh before that, I'm Risya. I used to live in Earth, but I died yesterday. I was sold to this slavehouse by someone that I already know who. And I really, I mean REALLY want to settle things with him fist to fist, no wait, lets make it fist to face. My fist. His face.
But that little revenge of mine can wait, right now I need a survival plan. According to pigeon head, humans such as me, male or female are a rare commodity. We are sought after. Thats right, we're freaking popular. We'll be sold out like hot potatoes during winter. And lord knows, what kind of owner will I get. I need to make sure to avoid the eyes of scary looking owner. I'm calling it judging the book by its cover plan.
"When are we going to auction the human?"
"Tonight"
Well shit. I cursed as I overheard the conversation between the two staffs.
My auction will be held tonight. And after shouting for like 10 hours, I realised they will not free me out of annoyance. So now I need a new plan. What should I do?
The pigeon said that human's auction will be attend by the Netherlords since they're the only ones that can afford to buy one or two humans.
So I guess they're like kings or presidents of the worlds right? So that means they'll be filthy rich yeah? Now what kind of slave do the filthy rich usually wants? How should I act once I decided on a lord.
I can't believe I'm thinking so hard on how to be an ideal slave.
A part of my mind mocked me.
Should I show them, my cooking skill? No wait, I doubt I'm even allowed to do that. Should I act cutesy? There's a fad for that right? Do the netherlords follow trends?
Someone. Help me.
Or maybe I should act slightly quiet or stuck up, all the heroines I've seen in fictional works are either one of those, and they always scores big.
As I pondered over the limitless act I can take to oneshot a lord that I desire, the sun had almost set . I can hear the crows caws. Except there are no crows here. Only pigeon head. Why would a pigeon acts like a crow. I feel like punching him.
But I have no time to question the netherworld's absurdity. I need to decide on a plan! Yes, I have not decided yet, those reminiscing of old movies and dramas I used to watch took a toll on my time!
Ring~a~ling
A weird bell sounds was suddenly heard causing a momentarily pause to my panic state. Just a few seconds after the bell sounds, a large numbers of what seems like a black hole-universe-portal or something was opened everywhere. From those, came out variety of netherworlders.
I saw a huge black scaled dragon. With a rainbow unicorn horn. Unicorn horn. Wow.
The slavehouse staff guides every single one of them to the place where I figured the auction will take place. I wonder how the giant dragons will go inside? As I eyed the dragon I saw that he was suddenly engulfed in particles of light and as it got smaller a humanoid sillhoute is seen. The same thing happened to other gigantic creatures too.
So they're all capable of turning into humans? Though some of the monstrous trait can still be seen. Like that unicorn horn. It's still there. What a waste of a handsome face. Its not that I have a beef with unicorn, it's just a little bit if not very distracting to see a shining long horn attached to a human body. Well, maybe except if its at somewhere around the lower part of the body. Then maybe it will feel a little bit umm, natural.
Soon after the crowds all went in, I saw another human besides me being lead in. Handcuffed, the girl who seems to be younger than me was walking with her head down dejected.
She was dressed in a beautiful white wrap dress highlighting her body curve. Her hair was done in a dutch braided updo. A beautiful redhead. Considered rare even in earth. I wonder if that would be the same here.
I felt a little tinged of pain deep in my heart. But uhh sorry, I can't even saved myself here. I don't even know if she is from the earth that I'm from.
I need to worry about myself first.
I keep repeating that in my head until the girls fade into the auction room.
I guess tonight is not my auction yet. I have a mixed feeling of relieved, guilt and anxious. These feelings felt a little overbearing. Funny, its not like its the first time I'm having this complicated reactions inside of me. Maybe it's the fact that I can't do anything except to just watch and accept things unfolding in front of me is what I'm uncomfortable about.
I spent the rest of my times during the auction staring into the night sky outside with a barred view. I found myself captivated on how some of the moonlight passed through the gap of the iron bar. The moon looks peculiar, instead of the normal round moon of earth, the moon here have a jagged edges around it. And the faint glows of green instead of yellowish light that I'm used to reminded me that this really is not the Earth that I know of.
I'm trying to get the fact that I'm already dead and my soul doesn't found peace, and therefore I'm in another world inside my head when I suddenly realised;
Ah... I haven't decided of a plan yet.
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Happy Ending
FantasyRisya is dead. She thought she's going to hell for sure. But when she opened her eyes... She is in hell. Only... it's a different kind of hell that we knew of?