Distorted World: Rise Of The Black One - Volume 3 Chapter 98 8
“Move you useless brats!!”
A man wearing a brown/yellowish ragged cloak shouted swinging a long whip at the group of children
His eyes were sharper than a blade and the sneer he had on his face was that of the devil
He looked down upon me, everyday he would beat us like animals and the worst thing about it? We couldn’t even fight back
Northeast Proxian empire, Tempest region…
A mountainous region known for it’s thunderstorms and other disastrous weathers, a place of no return in the Proxia Empire a place where prisoners are sent to spend the rest of their lives and it’s also a place where certain sides of the empire is practiced
Slavery, human experiments, illegal trafficking of goods and ritualistic dark magic is all fair games here, that is if you have enough wits and resources to survive the harsh environment here
The threat of death is extremely high in this region so much so that you need a arndellia-class airship just to travel through
Fort Aella…
A place where the black ops division of Proxia is especially active
It’s purpose? To train the deadliest assassins for hire to…”take care” of certain unsavory aspects of the empire as dictated by the emperor himself Gaston Proxia XV
“Work harder you worthless imbeciles! Your only worth the people you kill, so start spilling some blood or I’ll spill yours!!”
The same man ranted to a bunch of children holding knifes
Every single day the same scene would play out
Some new torturous training regimen is implemented, the man forces us to do it or die and those who fail…well, they died
I can’t remember the last time I’ve scene the sunlight beyond the gray gravel and stone walls of this fort
My earliest memories consist of doctors, instructors and mages clad in the signature blue uniforms with the proxian symbol on it
They were trying to “make” me better, trying to program me to fight and kill
The Proxian Empire was at odds with the western nation back then so one of the king’s advisor came up with the idea of forming a division separated from the military whose existence will be kept behind lock boxes and iron doors and who’s purpose is to infiltrate the enemy nation and take out important figures
So that said advisor took a few hundred prisoners and slaves of war and other sources and “breed” them together in hopes of creating hybrids with superior traits
I myself am part of those results, I’m a three way hybrid between a vampire, an Fae and a dragonoid
The idea behind me was simple, to have the agility and articulate precision of a Fae, the great sustain of a vampire and the ridiculous strength and magicol pool of a dragon
They’ve also fed me performance enhancing drugs when I was young further raising my capabilities to kill
My life was like that for a while, and I didn’t really care…until that day at least
“What would you want to do?”
A chestnut colored hair girl wearing a ragged potato bag asked me that
“Ar: huh?”
I was confused
That was the first time someone asked for my opinion on something
The rest I cannot remember, as my memory of back then was a blurry acid trip to the me of the present…but from that day on 4 words were imprinted onto my soul
“Ar: I want to live”
Aris uttered
