• The blood was unbelievable, even the most deadly killers of the group turned and walked away., unable to bear seeing the utterly gruesome mess that was coming from the female before them. They knew it was wrong, something about the birth was wrong and soon the woman screaming would not be in this world. Only one man held her hand and continued to watch as the doctor cut and pulled trying to get the children out.

    The woman gave another scream as a head pushed it’s way through the birthing canal. She pushed with what energy she could muster and soon the cry of a child was heard. The woman laughed lightly and reached a hand out for the baby, though the others inside her would not let her rest very long. All of the children were out as the woman took her last breath.




    Chapter 1: Rights

    The place was filthy, no that was to clean to describe the place. Feces, piss, blood, feathers all lingered on the floor and the steel bars of the cages. The creatures inside the cages all needed cleaned and clothed. Now she was one of those creatures, nude and alone for all to see, for all to judge her and maybe buy her. She glared at them as she stood tall, head high. Her left eye was covered with a heart shaped patch, the only shred of cloth on her body. Her right eye searched the cages on the men’s side. Her brother had to be there. He had to still be in one of those cages. Waiting on her. They had never been apart. Sold together every time. Escaped together every time. Caught together every time. So where was he.

    They were all each other had in the world, minus a mother who never cared about them. A mother who let them be sold into this hell of slavery.

    Tracy sweep a few stray silver hairs out of her face. She took a deep breath as a man approached the cell, his eyes on her breasts and moving further down. She spit on him. His face twisted and the yelling began. She was yanked from the cell and whipped in front of everyone, threatened with her life. It didn’t matter though. She saw him. Three rows away, screaming words she couldn’t hear in her direction. His left eye watching her face and his right covered the same as her left. She smiled at him and sighed in relief, through the pain on her back. She ignored it, the way the blood was slowly flowing down her back, a small river of blood cascaded down her. She was thrown back into the cage and moved so she could see him again.

    Dami cursed and tried to break free as they beat his twin. His back stung from watching the scene and he wished to kill them all. To free them from this hell was all he wanted. Well, he also wanted to kill their step father for selling them in the first place, punch his mother and ask why his father had to die in the first place.

    Tracy and Dami exchanged glances through out the day. Tracy refused to act like her back hurt. She didn’t want Dami to worry, she had felt worse any ways. No one seemed interested in the two, which was just fine with them anyways.

    Though they hadn’t known they were both already sold.

    Slaves. They were of all colors and races. Demons, angels, humans, centaurs, nekos, lycans, vampires, children, men, women, old, young… Nothing set them apart from their owners other than the fact they were weaker than those who hold them. No rights were theirs. They had no right to their bodies, their emotions, their thoughts, even the children they bared were not theirs.

    They were nothing. Treated as nothing. They had nothing, they were given things to use and then taken back from them. To hold on to anything was only false hope. Soon it would be taken away as well. It had been this way since The Dawn. When hell was released on the planet created by God, he had took his pick and forgotten the rest. This is where they had ended up. Technology continued to advance and the races continued to cross breed to create fiercer creatures. Though so far only the one seemed to reign above the rest.

    It was punished by death now when a demon and a human procreated. Everyone involved was killed. Everyone who had known about the relationship was killed. It was no longer aloud . With good reason. The half breeds were able to change and reform powers beyond that of any race, they were unstable due to human emotions and could not be controlled. No one knew what type would come from the birth. What powers would end up in the child, what mutation the genes would allow. One may have dark powers like a father and be beautiful the next child born of same parents may have mind powers unlike any family member and be trapped in a demon body of ugliness for the rest of it’s existence. Nothing was for sure when it came to them.

    The last half breeds born were documented, they were triplets, each given to a different home so they could not over power and destroy the government that was in place as of now. None were to know of the other. None were to be raised the same way. Above all else they were never to meet.

    Though the world was a small place it seemed.

    Roseil laid in his king size canopy bed, the house slave chained to the posts and still sound asleep, his eyes were focused on the window. The sky as still dark, though he really didn’t know if it was day or night. It seemed he had become lazy, ever since his father had died a few weeks past. His father was all he had. They had lived in the vast castle all of Roseil’s life, all 270 years of it. Now it was just Roseil and the slaves.

    He sighed and forced himself out of the bed and stretched. He needed to take a bath and relax, then get out of this rut. He needed something new and exciting. He walked the short distance between the bed and the bathroom door on the far side of the wall closing the door behind himself.

    Roseil soon found himself at the slave market. Looking through filth, and not knowing why. He had enough slaves of every type. Cleaning, cooking, ground keeping and pleasure slaves; so why was he spending his time looking at nude species of beings. His eye was caught as a female slave was being beat, a male who looked just like her was screaming and cussing a few rows away. Roseil had no idea why but he wanted them.

    “Sir” He used the term lightly as he beckoned over one of the workers, “I’d like those two slaves.” He pointed to each one and waited as the man read his paper work.

    “The guys taken. Bought a few moments ago. Girls got no bids.” The man said with a shrug. “She’s already causing trouble. Sell you her for a good deal. 500, that’s half price.”

    Roseil nodded once and signed off on the girl. “I’ll be back for her tonight, do try not to mark her up anymore than she already is.” He added “Can you tell me who has bought the male?”

    The man looked up the cage number for the slave and gave a nod. “Yeah, a Aexel. Like I said just a few moments ago. He’s probable still hanging around. Want me to call for him?”

    “Yes, please.” Roseil gave a smile. “If you reach him, just give him my number and name. Thank you.” With that he walked off, going to do some shopping for his newest item.

    He sat in a high back chair and was shown dresses, night gowns, underwear, shoes, hair thing and tons of other items for females. He nodded lightly at some and dismissed others with a wave of the hand. The girl had attitude, she was not likely one to wear pink and blue pretty little dresses. So he focused on dangerous looking clothes, black leather, thongs, spiked heels, gothic dresses, black eye shadow and onyx jewelry with diamonds around. After he had picked out enough to last the girl a few weeks with out repeating an outfit he choice one to take with him, a plain black dress with flats to match.

    Tracy sat on her heals and watched her brother. She had seen a few beings check on him and seemed to be thrown off my something. Though no one had been to her cage. He couldn’t leave her. Who would protect him? She held her knees and laid her head on them. For eleven years they had been sold as one. They had looked after each other. She had failed him at their last mistresses home. The b***h had turned her brother into a vampire. All Tracy could do was watch at the time. Watch as her brother was raped and turned against his will into one of the eternal beings. She closed her eye. She had begged him to turn her as well. If he would be forced to suffer in this hell of slavery for the rest of existence then she would be there by his side. He had refused, not wanting to make her suffer the same fait as him.

    Tracy was waken from her thoughts s he cage door opened. She glared at the guard and moved slowly, ready to pounce. The man was faster though and caught her, ragging her out of the cage. Tracy could hear Dami screaming and fighting from his cage, but she was soon thrown into the arms of another man. This one’s strength was much stronger. Tracy inhale as her sight kicked in, when touched by people she could see into their past or future. The image of a woman giving birth, her body twisted and bloody screaming in pain while a man held her hand… Tracy could feel the pain between her legs and upwards into her organs. The children wanted out, they were clawing their way out of her. Tracy exhaled as the vision faded and she leaned forward as the splurge of memories still filled her head. Sweat covered her and once she had had a moment to recover she tried to pull away, though nothing happened. She was pinned with no hope of fighting free.

    “Calm down, little one.” A male voice said in a laughing tone. She turned her head to glare at the man and blinked as she saw his face. He was easily the most beautiful creature she had ever saw. His hair a silver hue and it hung down over a pale white face with brilliant green eyes complete with dark thick eyelashes. He was tall, around 7 foot and built like a brick wall. She couldn’t help but stare at the face a moment, then she returned to her normal fighting self. He sighed and tossed her over his shoulders, locking her ankles and wrists in one hand each. “Why don’t you just calm down?”

    Tracy replied with a grunt as she tried to break free of his hold.

    Roseil sighed as he carried the fighting nude girl with ease, he tossed her as gently as one could into the limo, before climbing in after her and shoving her back inside while she tried to escape. He closed the door and watched as she panted, trying to catch her breath. “Now, you should calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.” He added and tossed her the simple black dress with a thing and bra bundled with in. “Thought you might like something to wear.

    “Where’s my brother?!” Tracy yelled, tossing the clothes back in his face. Roseil let the clothes hit him before handing them back to the girl.

    “He was already sold when I bought you. I couldn’t get a hold of his master. There is a five day rule though, I’m first on the list if he is not picked up by his master by then.”