Liberi, city of jewels. City of the great merchants of the east but with a terrible history. For is in this city wich many lose their freedom. In the tall buildings, that compete witch each other, to see who touches the sky faster. You could see the history written on the walls, an old anecdote of an old age. As everything in this city is made out of jewels, from the proud buildings to the roof of every house and even the river.

“Throw a coin to the fountain they said. Better throw a precious jewel to the river and see if the gods answer,” So was the arrogance of the nobles. That they find themselves surrounded by nothing but degrading thoughts.

Slaves are sold all day, those poor souls with nothing but a hopeless future. And the servants who are not being treated any better, curse their state of life like no other damned soul.

But in the night, is when they can at least rest from everything that hurt them. In brothels and taverns, they can drink their sorrows away. And In the brothels, they can please themself with the gratification of the flesh.

In one of those brothels, in the middle of the continuous rampage of decadence. A group of men sits, looking tired and tense. They looked like they are on guard, waiting for someone to strike.

“We shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t be here,” One of them repeated frantically.

"Shhh, Silence before someone heard you,” Another one said. While looking around him in signals of a spy that was no there.

“We shouldn’t be here at all, we shouldn’t,” He said. Ignoring his companion.

“Hey calm down,” The oldest of them finally said. “Just relax a little, nothing is going to happen.”

“Sorry,” The frenetic men said.

“It’s nothing. Just calm down a little, Leeron,” The men call Leeron relaxed.

“I am just worried, you know? We are way too far north to my liking and captain Tama seems to think the same as us. Just why are we doing across the stretch of Berin? Why are we here for supplies?” Leeron said.

“I hate to say it, but Leeron is right, Kurs. It does make little sense if you think about it,” The other man with a long sturdy face, and brown eyes said.

“I know that, will. But we have ordered even if they not make sense now, perhaps in the future, they will. Maybe we will get assistance from the free cities of the east?” Kurs the leader of the group of men said. His short hair and scarred face, make him look like a veteran of war. And he was for all instance and purpose, he was an old mercenary who joins the Rebellion a decade ago.

The south of Atherion, as it was often called. It is a land full of conflicts, too many kingdoms and fallen cities in one place. The major’s kingdoms of Wilther, Beniciano, Veltran, Roimas, and Lebanensi. Battle among each other for every piece of dirt that the south has. And add the Theocrasy of Thein with their inquisition, that wanted to purge all unholy, The great kingdom of Duhal with their inners struggles because of the monarchy and the Kingdom of the High Elfs of Elthan, killing everyone who dared to even look at their borders. You just have a bad time living there.

And a bad time he did live. Especially if you live in the plains, small cities with no ruler or monarch, mostly with leaders that die one after another thanks to the criminal organization that look to control the poor cities or something else. Kurs something was amazed he lived this far.

But that’s life in the south, the Rebellion wanted to fight for a better future, with no wars and corruption. It gives a reason for the people who had live in the shadows of the abusers, of the people who kill their children of slave them. A will to fight. To change things. That’s why he joining, to make something positive of his life at least one time before he dies.

“We will see soon enough,” The voice of quiet one of the group made Kurs feel a little of tension on his should. He hasn’t said much since they arrive in Liberi weeks ago.

“You think Mikel?” Kurs asked. Mikel simply shrugged. Leeron was to focus looking at the ladies of pleasure with big lustful eyes. Especially the one with long blond hair. She had lovely curves and gorgeous blue eyes. And she was looking at him, moving her mouth slowly in a very erotic way. Making him know, what was she capable. It was until he heard the laughs of Leeron, that brought him from the lovely picture in front of him.

“What are you laughing?” Leeron asks annoyed.

“Nothing, just thinking of something,” Mikel said, holding his tongue.

“Whatever...” Leeron said returning his eyes to the blonde girl.

“An any case, captain Tama gave us this night to enjoy before returning. Les makes the best of it,” Said the leader Kurs.

“I’m going first!” Said Leeron, jumping to the blond girl with a smile on his face. He forgot the laughs of Mikel for some reason.

“Look at him go,” Said Kurs preparing to find himself a girl.

“What about you?” Ask Kurs to Mikel who looks at his empty glass.

“Not gonna join?” Mikel only shook his head.

“No, I’ll pass. I don’t want to get in trouble with my partner,” He said with a gentle smile on his face.

“Oh, I forgot, that´lovely lady of yours. You should present us in the future,” Said Kurs with a smile on his face. But Mikel didn’t seem to share that feeling.

“It’s a he, no she,” He whispered.

“What did you said?” Kurs asked as he couldn’t hear properly thanks to the singing of some of the ladies.

“Nothing... “Mikel said. Looking at the wall with no real interest.

“Before you go,” Mikel said to Kurs whos attention was focusing on a brunette with long legs.

“Why are we fighting?” He asked.

“What?” Kurs look confused for a moment.

“Why are we fighting, the rebellion, all of it,” Mikel said. His voice was soft and his eye didn’t leave the table. He wanted to hear something before everything ends. Before he does what he came here to do. Kurs seems to think about it carefully.

“For a better future, of course,” Kurs said.

“better future, for whom?” Mikel asked. At which Kurs didn’t seem to understand the sudden question and attitude.

“Remember what happened on Roimas?” Kurs closed his eyes, trying to forget that horrible day.

“Yes, I do remeber,” Kurs said.

“Why did the Rebellion didn’t stop it?” Mikel said. Looking at Kurs with intensity.

“There was nothing to do,” Kurs responded.

“Lies!” Mikel exclaim. “The only reason, the Rebellion didn’t do anything was because they were half-races, and you know it!” He said. With fury on his eyes.

Kurs didn’t know what exactly was happening to Mikel. He knows that since that horrible incident in the kingdom of Roimas. Mikel has been depressed and angry at times. It happened a year ago and since then, hed been a little distance, from pretty much everyone. Kurs believe it to be, because of his new lady.

“Hey, take it easy,” Kurs said.

“Apologies,” Said Mikel. Look at the nothingness. His voice sounds soft and distant. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“I understand, just try to relax a little,” Said Kurs trying to comfort him. Mikel returns an empty smile. “I will drink a little more, just go and have fun,” Mikel said no looking at Kurs. He smiled at Mikel and went his way, looking for the brunette.

While Kurs when on his way to have his fun. Mikel look like he was having an inner struggle. He closed his eyes and memories of that awful night. Were hundreds of half-races were butchered repeat on his brain. He could never forget those screams, from the Etlines. His lover is an Etline. The amount of hate, the racism he receives because of his race. Made him cry every night. He saves him from being sold into slavery, he and two beautiful little girls. Who he loves like his daughters. Etlines are highly valued in the slave market. People would pay a ridiculous amount of gold for one of them. He thought that, if he joined the Rebellion, he would fight for a better future from them. For his beloved and his two daughters, who leave in fear of being trap once more. He had to cut their hairs and wear cloaks all the time when travel. And even then, is hearth was always jumping from anxiousness and fear. He wanted to create a world where they could be happy and live without fear, but he realizes that is was for no avail.

It was when he decides to do the one thing he never thought, or perhaps the thing he should have done a long time ago. On one of his mission, he went to the nation of Seerana and contacted the empire agents. He took his family there and waited for a time to get them to the empire land. A place where half-races are not looked upon like a beast. It took time and he had to make his bed and lay on it. He knew he was betraying his companions, but he made a choice. His family’s future, or the Rebellion. He doesn’t know why the empire wants with the rebellion in the south, but it must be something big. Regardless he doesn’t care at all. A sound woke him up from his dreams, and a dark cloaked person was standing in front of him.

“Your family is on a refugee ship from Seerana. They will arrive in a few days, go to the imperial port of Messra,” The dark figure with a female voice said in a very monotone voice. Mikel looks at the glass and with heavy hearth he stood up and without looking behind, he left the brothel, to never come back to this place.

The entire brothel went silent, incredibly fast. Both whores and clients look at the shadowed women with fear. Her skin was grey and the golden iris of her eyes, made everyone there to feel cold on their bones. The steps she made, the smell of the dead. Everything was so cold from nowhere.

“I would leave this place... Now...” She said walking to the rooms upstairs to finish her mission. The brothel got empty quite fast.

“I hope they didn’t get excited,” She said sounding irritating. “Again,” She finished.

In one of the rooms upstairs, where the girls of passion made their gold. One of the rebels was in a glorious state of euphoria. As the beautiful blonde girl, that drew his attention back on the first floor. Was on her knees giving him quite the pleasure.

"Oh, that’s it, suck it,” He said. Grabbing the head of the blonde, pushing her to swallow all of his road. He still didn’t understand why Mikel was laughing about him. He heard the blonde giggles while she played with his cock.

“If I only knew girls in the north, were like you, I would have traveled here a long time,” He said enjoying himself a lot. When he was about to finish on the beautiful and warm mouth of the blonde. He felt like someone else was in the room. Like someone just entered, without making a sound.

“I had a lot of fun, sweety. Sadly you had to die,” The voice sounded more masculine than he realizes. Then when he looked down him, he saw a certain package. Then he realizes, why his friend was laughing. She was a he. He felt his throat slid open and as he wanted to scream. Another pain on his chest came from the person in front of him, that sweet smile, that seduces him. Was now looking at him with glee and pity.

“Sorry I couldn’t make you finish love, but duty call,” And with that, he felt cold on the floor. The beautiful and gorgeous, male. With long blond hair, refine cheekbones, lustful lips and a body that no male should have. He looks at the young men on his feet with a surprising sad smile.

“Could you at least had waited until he finish?” He asked to the caped woman, very irritated.

“No,” She only said with a cold voice.

“He was so cute, really shame I couldn’t enjoy myself more,” He says dramatically.

“Take your clothes, we have to finish here and go with Xerxes,” She said walking to the door.

“Where is Six?” He asked getting dress up by the clothes, the woman throw him in a bag.

“Collecting her eyes,” She said.

"Ew, she’s always so disgusting,” He said, putting the last of his clothes.

“Said the one sucking another man cock, that’s he suppose to kill,” She answers angrily.

“Hey, I’m giving them a last pleasure taste before they die, it’s me being nice to them,” He said walking next to her. While moving his wide hips.

“Or you being a slut.”

“Auch, don’t say it like that, Lix, I am not a slut, just a professional, like you,” He said. But she didn’t answer him back. Instead, she keeps quiet and reaches the next door of the forgotten brothel. They heard some moans of pain and when they open the door, they saw blood everywhere. The poor brunette whore was on her bed, ripped wide open. From her chest to her lady parts, on her head, where the eyes supposed to be, were only black sockets. Someone took her eyes out.

On the ground a man, naked. With blood coming from his mouth and on top of him, a certain person was busy. Using her daggers and ripping his eyes out. She had grey skins as well, with shot and messy purple hair. And a series of scar on her throat and left side of her beautiful face. She was smiling like a young girl. Like she was playing with a toy.

”Ew, this is disgusting,” Said the man with feminine looks.

“Oh, Madi, you look as gorgeous as ever, it’s that a new eyeliner?” Six asked. While pulling the last eyes from the poor men without even flinching.

“You notice? Yes, it is, did you like it?” Madi the beautiful said. Ignoring everything around him.

“Six, you promise that you wouldn’t get excited,” Lix said.

“I know, I know, but look!” Six said happily. “This is the best shade of blue I have encountered so far,” She grabs the eyes from the nerve and while the move from one side to the other. Her smile was full of innocent regardless of the bloody hand and bodies around. Lix, on the other hand, took a big breath and gently started to pat her little sister’s head.

“Good job, you did good,” Lix said softly.

“Can I pet her to?” Ask Madi with a smile.

“Fuck off slut,” Lix said angrily.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help to feel the happiness of two beautiful sisters sharing their love in a bond of blood and... strip out eyes,” Said Madi with a very sarcastic voice.

“We should go now before Xerxes kill us, with passion,” Madi sigh dreamily.

“He is not going to give you what you want Madi, and he is too big for you anyway,” Six said while adding the new eyes to her collection, on a bag. A very smelly and bloody bag.

"Oh, I know his big, just thinking about his long and big... ”

“Shut up slut,” Lix said.

Lix disappears on a puff of smoke, leaving behind a quite the pair who started to laugh as well. Until they disappear the same way as Lix did.