The Night rolled on our movements picking up and we avoided more people. The blood on our clothes made us stand out. We moved in the alleyways now staying away from sight. The next destination we were at the last border gang of the docks area. This was the one I was questioning tonight. The leader was an ex-adventurer no one knows his rank though he only liked to brag that he was once an adventurer.
The Gang he controlled was so small that it wasn't worth getting in a fight over. This though was a strategic location to us now cutting off all other gang's access to the docks. After this gang, we would move into the next phase of taking over the docks. The blitz maneuver had cut most ties out since we were making a power play. By the end of the night though we were expecting more resistance or some power move by another shaker in the gangs.
What we also have taken over tonight needed consolidation after tonight with rats needed to be cleaned up. Every time an organization takes over with force you get a lot of dumbasses that want to pay homage to what was. What they were before was a losing proposition that barely kept crumbs in their mouth. I almost spat in disgust at these dumbfucks. Rats will end up in the sewers or under a dock.
I paused in thought and had remembered I had a better place for them. The Necromancers wanted those bodies. I wasn't sure what they could do with them but that did not matter at this point.
We were finally reaching our destination taking a bit more time then we thought. The moon was starting to fly high in the sky timing us. By the Time it set I wanted a large territory covering almost a third of the east side and the entirety of the Docks.
We walked up to a small nondescript house and Cassandra knocked in a pattern. The door opened and the eyes couldn't see us with the shadow of the building in the dark. The man stepped out to be greeted with my knife into his throat. I made a move entering into the gang hideout with Carl and Cassandra behind me. We moved quickly and found the trap door in the floor the informant told us about. Our bloodstained clothes gave us away when we entered to find a crowded in a large space.
This was the only place this gang controlled. The underground fighting arena of the Eastside. This was a great hiding spot for it with an invite-only to enter. This still made it vulnerable to us. A guard by the hatch reacted the fastest and Carl greeted him with claws to his throat.
The Fighters notice an odd reaction from the crowd leaving their bloodlust from beating each other senseless or to death. They looked up in time to see Cassandra.
"This Gang is now in the Territory of the Bloody Candies. Surrender or die!" She shouted out. What came next was pandemonium. One person started to run but Carl's claws swiped his head clean off. A knife entered into another as more people started to run from us. The place had no other exit though and a crowd eventually packed away from us leaving space for the 'guards' to attack. This turned into a quick bout with Carl killing six or seven barely twenty-year-olds. Finally, after blood started to puddle on the floors slowly making its way to the center of the Large space a man showed up.
I felt the mana radiate off of him. He was a large red-skinned man with scars all over. This man screamed veteran to me and I was starting to bounce on my heels. The smile under my cloak hidden from sight was supremely happy. After a night of mindless slaughter a challenge. It was terrible for my plans. I was itching for a fight though after the massacres tonight.
"Little Toy!" The man yelled out and the crowd stopped it sobbing, "You come in here with two fighters and say you own MY PLACE!" His words echoed in the space backed by mana fluctuations. I sent a message to Cassandra and she understood immediately what I intended.
"Well, Bet it then!" She yelled out, "This is our territory but you have the right to fight for it!" She continued still cutting him off. "You say this is your place then Fine! One of my fighters versus you! You win you take over our gang, We win you become our subordinate!" She put the terms up and shock showed on his face only to cover it up quickly. He looked annoyed.
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Dominatrix System
FantasíaSalvie passes away by a hit by the very people she blackmailed exploited and controlled. She finds herself in a Game of the gods in a universe with a system, in a competition that was randomized based on her personality. Watch with the gods as they...