Once the Curseling entered the estate -- what he’d seen was a Curseling being used by one of the Minotaur guests in a rather feverish way. He tried not to look, but the way the Curselings legs were sprawled out over the Minotaur's sweaty back made him watch for a moment. A guilty Sin. The Minotaur was hefty, despite the large beast, they’d been impaling the much smaller Curseling in its guts, through any hole it could possibly slip itself into. Kiladus kept walking, he couldn't be bothered with this; they’d ask him to join in, or worse; Kill the Curseling for their entertainment once they were done with them… it wasn't the first time he’d seen it… or had to do it. Even still, the Curseling was in a state of bliss. Most Curselings lose their minds once the Change truly sets in. Becoming mindless husks of stamina inducing monsters. Aside from the first set of changed Curselings. Most of them become monsters only good for being used. Only a small select few have been able to retain their minds after being turned into this variant of a demon. Despite his situation. Kiladus was mostly lucky.

“Kiladus, my darling. Please, please take a seat. You look so tired, are they working you hard? You there, Blue Cloak! You are dismissed, and have his Overseer executed for working my favorite little Killywilly so hard…” She cooes, pinching his face.

 “It’s nice to see you again, Mistress Granger.'' Kiladus smiled from ear to ear while she began to pace about in the room.

 “Sir Granger won’t be here with us today. I’ll be seeing you myself. And… it seems as if I won't be seeing you for much longer after tonight.“ She speaks softly, staring down at her fingernails. Kiladus looked up at her, his face twisted in confusion. 

“You mean… someone’s buying me from you?” Standing in front of a raging fire place that casted his shadow behind him that looked alot more menacing than the gentle giant. 

 “That’s right.“ Lady Granger retorted back quickly. Kiladus wanted to groan in frustration but swallowed the sensation rather quickly. Getting sold off meant he had new masters… new masters meant new rules and that never boded well.

 “Excuse me Lady Granger for speaking out of line…” Kiladus began, sliding his fingers through his wild mane a bit before he continued to speak after the brief pause. “But this person… they asked for me specifically...? Why me…? I’ve been here with you and Sir Granger for almost twenty years. Since y-”

''Since we both purchased you from that old Hermit, I know.“ She cut him off. “And you have served us well, but it seems as though your time with us has come to a close. It's just business at the end of it all… you were always just another asset and we have to make a profit eventually.” Kiladus sucked in air at that statement and turned his head upwards. Before he could say anything further one of the house guards came in, bowing his head to the lady.

 “My lady. Sir Agnulion has arrived. He comes with Dark Cloaks. They’ve dismissed all of your assigned Blue Cloaks to another location until their departure…” 

“Typical.“ Lady Granger scoffed after tossing a sip out of her goblet of wine. “I told my Husband ‘what was the purpose of getting those Blue Bastards if they can be removed at will by another?’ Fine, and once they're gone make sure they get the memo to never come back. Our barracks will be laced with the likes of actual soldiers who are loyal to House Granger. Not their little… alien bodyguards. Bring Sir Agnulion up as well, we are ready for him.“ Fanning herself, her servants took this as an invitation. Flocking to her flustered side to wave her down with large white feathers in attempts to cool her off. 

Kiladus' blood ran cold at the mention of him. Agnulion. Aganul for short. He’d thought that foul alchemist was dead by now. But he too… has figured a way to defy time's grasp. Before long, Aganul would show himself. A purple skinned elven man with deep blue eyes and pinkish white hair. Immensely young in his face. Despite his bright aesthetic, the glare on his visage would show that of a dangerous man. The lour melted however the moment he laid eyes on the Curseling he's traveled all this way for. “My, have you grown. To think that the procedures would’ve worked so well on you. Rumor has it that you’ve never once given into the psychosis that the others succumbed to. You seem immune. This means you’ve retained your mind….And that makes you special. Do you remember me? I was there the day that you so bravely stepped up. You don't know how long I've searched for you. One of the very first Curselings. Not many of you are around anymore.” Tenderly placing his hand along Kiladus' cheek.

“Do you remember him, Kiladus? Sir Agnulion Seroin. The famous Alchemist who invented the procedure that created the Curseling race almost two-hundred years ago. When he told me he knew you, I was quite surprised. To think my Killywilly would know someone like this is quite astonishing. When he said he needed you for something important back in the Capital of Crimish, I couldn't believe it. One of my slaves going to work at the Arena? I couldn't turn down such an offer. Do you know what that would do for our house if we went through with this? We’d finally be accepted as nobility by the World Council!“ Lady Granger shrieked with excitement. 

Agnaul’s expression was one of disgust, but she couldn't see it because he’d been facing Kiladus who stared back at him directly. The Alchemist turned with a spring in his step, a smile burned across his handsome features as he pulled both of his hands behind his back. “Indeed, I know what nobility means to the likes of those within this region. The Capitals ledgers always proceed over the viewings of our earnings to ensure that our profits are always within fair trade. This also stands that any house that sells a slave to the likes of The Arena is truly granted nobility. And now, about the pay.“ The Alchemist reached into his jacket before Kiladus’ massive hands grabbed hold of his wrist, forcing Aganul to gasp as he turned to look back at the cautious brute.

“My friend, Gallo? He comes too. I’ve heard that slaves that work at The Arena are treated much better than the ones in the Aether mines… buy him as well, or…” 

“Or?” Aganul chuckled with a smile. Lady Granger was already grinding her teeth at Kiladus’ insolence. Before she could protest, Aganul would speak outwardly. “It’s alright, he wants me to bring his friend along.That’s fair. How much is that slave worth to you in addition to him? “

“Gallo is our prettiest slave… but if you so wish. I’ll sell him for half of what I'm selling him for.“ Lady Granger sipped on her wine again. Drunk at this point and barely able to keep herself up. 

“So, five hundred gold pieces for the pretty boy. Seems fair enough to me. Fine then, I'll take him as well. So long as he can carry his weight, same as him. They should be fine. I’ll be waiting by the carriage.“ Aganul tossed the sack of coins on Lady Granger’s marble table top. Before long, Kiladus was geared up in proper clothing, snatching a Dark brown cloak out of a cubby hole that he’d hid it in for quite some time. He finds Gallo and tells him the news of their soon to be departure. 

“The Arena! We’re going to the Arena?!“ Gallo shouted, almost pulling out his hair in excitement. 

“Yes you fool, now gather your things. He’s waiting for us.“ Gallo danced about while Kiladus watched him with an almost bored expression but he broke character and laughed at the eccentricness of his friend's behavior. 

“I don't know why you're standing there grinning like an idiot!  We get to go to the Capital of Crimsih and join The Arena’s slave party. They get to sleep in beds. Beds! Can you believe that? I’ve never slept in a bed before…” Gallo whispered at the end. Kiladus kept his smile on. The notion dawning on him, that he’d spent a good chunk of his life here. This was his home - as cruel as it was. Teacher however, wouldn't be proud of that thought process if he were alive to hear Kiladus share it. 

Once they’d loaded up into the carriage, Kiladus stayed behind to speak with Aganul who approached him once he exited the estate. The Alchemist pursed his lips to speak but Kiladus would interrupt him. 

“I am aware of who you are. The Elf with Skin as gray as the Moon. You are Aganul The Maker. You created my… kind…“ He spat that last word out. “You influenced King Dayfield the Third to turn me and my family… and the other clans into this.“ Kiladus placed a hand on his chest. “I didn't need that drunk fool up there to tell me what I already knew. I know you… I know you very well. You're the man who ruined my life.The man who stripped me of my humanity. Do you mock me? Showing your face to me… after all of these years?“ 

Kiladus' response to Aganul confused the Alchemist, he even staggered on his next few words. The Demeanor that the brute gave off… almost seemed threatening as he towered over him. Staring with… with a yearn to Kill. Kiladus clenched his fist so tightly that his hands began to bleed from the inside, trying his hardest to contain his composure. It was clear. He wanted nothing more than to Kill this man. 

“Oh Kiladus, my dear boy. It really has been sometime hasn't it? You're still mad about that? I mean look at you! You should be thanking me! Look at that impressive body. You could probably cut a mountain in half with that thing.“ Kiladus began to growl. “Oh relax. If you’d even tried to kill me, they’d have a thousand arrows in your back before you could even raise your hand. So, let's talk reasonably. Yes, I created your race. And yes, your race didn't get to be used due to the end of the Great War. And yes, this meant that your kind were thrusted into slave labor as a result. But hey, look at you. You turned out well, you're still alive and you have your mind on top of it. Now, I offer you a chance to make something out of this demon husk you call a body. Come work at The Arena and be a builder. It's an easy job. All you have to do is help us keep the arena in shape, we could use that physical power of yours. And your friend will be taken care of as well. Working as a chamber slave. The highest honor you can get.  If you work with us for six months we’ll allow him to be your assistant and give you your own home in the capital. It’s a great deal, Kiladus. I’m sure you can see this for yourself.“ 

Kiladus stood there for a moment absorbing the information as he gave it all to him straight. He didn't trust him but he didn't have much of a choice. He could feel the eyes of the Dark Cloaks behind him, staring a hole in the back of his head. Their hands hovering over the hilts of their blades, just waiting for him to make a move. Kiladus sighed, realizing the weight of the situation. What was he thinking… attempting to attack a noble in the middle of an estate like this? It was irrational, and most importantly foolish. 

“I suppose you're right. I’ll do as I'm told and work as a Builder in the Capital.“ His words sounded smothered in defeat but he meant every word of it. Filled to the brim with conviction. 

“I knew you’d see things my way. Good show. C’mon. Let's get going. I know what I did to you was horrible. What I did to all of you, but, perhaps now we can start things off on a better note. I’ve been working on a means to reverse what I've done to you all. It's an experiment that's meant to turn Curselings back into their human forms. '' Kiladus' eyes shot up the moment he spoke this, breath hitching as he froze. “Now, now, don't go getting all weak in the knees. I've tested it on three different subjects and it's been a success each time. Once we get to the capital, you’ll be my 4th. Well, when we're done building of course. This new stadium will bring in the masses from all over the world. Maybe even from the Sun Nation.“ He spoke matter of factly before another carriage came around and he hopped into the front portions of it. A Dark Cloak opened the cage door for Kiladus to get in with the others. In their slave carriage. Opposite from Aganul's. “Go on, we have a long journey ahead of us.“