《The market of dark spirits.》


 1.- My name is Drako.

    Hello dear reader.


    My name is Drako.


    If you are reading this, my autobiography has finally been published.


    Well let''s start this story by talking about my parents, light and dark, my father has the title of darkness and my mother has the title of light, titles given to the strongest spirits of their respective element.


    My father is the second generation of darkness in the family, my older brother being the third and my grandfather the first.


    My grandfather, the bearer of the most famous title of darkness, and the reason why the dark spirits have such a bad reputation, his motto was to put the profits on top of everything, and following that motto step on all those he found in pursuit of increasing his fortune.


    Being the richest dark spirit of which there is a record and also the most hated, he became a celebrity among all the spirits of the six elements.


    He founded the market of dark spirits with the motto that anything can be bought if you have the money to pay for it.


    He participated in all kinds of crimes to increase his fortune but due to his excessive force no one was able to punish him for it.


    He conquered the dark spirits with charisma, wealth and violence and led the race as an all powerful king and his influence was so great that he even worried the spirits possessing the titles of light, fire, water, air, earth, which belonged to his own generation.


    The heroes and tyrants of the various worlds tremble to hear his name.


    But in the end he fell when his many enemies joined their hands against him.


    In the end my father defeated him and destroyed his dark spirit altar the nucleus of power of every spirit.


    The relationship between my grandfather and my father was never good, my grandfather had many children all very different from each other thanks to the ability to adopt many forms of the spirits and the ability to give birth with different races that have dark spirits, my Grandfather did not have great capacity to name and the little he had had already spent naming his first children, when I name my father apparently failed so miserably to choose a name that my father held a grudge since then, my grandmother was madly in love From my grandfather and I fully support the name, my father never told me his real name and about my grandmother said he was a human hero who died young because of the short life expectancy of the human race.


    From his youth my father trained to overcome my grandfather and my grandfather supported his attitude by defying him constantly, my grandfather thought that a father should be overcome by his incense son if that ends up killing him, words that were prophetic.


    During the grandmother''s death my grandfather suffered a strange phenomenon of weakening that did not go unnoticed for his enemies, they joined in a joint alliance and declared their support for my father to dethrone the grandfather.


    Feeling pressed my grandfather decided to arrange the succession in a battle between his heirs where the winner could challenge him, in the end my father won and he died with a smile on his face and the phrase a dark spirit does not plead for his life and does not cry for the death because life is a comedy and death the final joke.


    When dark spirits speak of virility, my grandfather is the model in which they think.


    My father inherited my grandfather''s position and his title as darkness, put an end to the war against my grandfather''s enemies and brought peace, this peace was accompanied by many conventions and the grandfather''s empire became significantly small, but my father still I have enough power and money to be part of the 10 richest and most powerful dark spirits, and I am in control of the market of the dark spirits although their business policy was much more moderate than that of the grandfather.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    My mother''s story is less a story of success and more a story of fortune, my mother is a spirit of light with enough power to possess the title of light her real name is sasha but everyone calls her light since she got the title since my mother''s grandmother was born inherited from her mother the light of my grandfather''s generation, my maternal grandmother was a person blessed with three very valuable things, luck, charisma and talent, she was the kind of person who walked through life finding reprelative bags of gold coins thrown where it passed, while people sang praises of their virtues and surpassed all past achievements with enviable ease.


    She was the arch-enemy of my paternal grandfather and the one who led the fight against him, the greatest hero of the most famous light and light spirits, after the defeat of my grandfather and my father''s grandmother''s power of attorney Paternal desertion to one of the human munfos and he was never seen again, my mother was a girl when her mother disappeared and she inherited the title.


    My mother had the power of my grandmother and her talent but not her luck, if my grandmother was born with a star, she was born crashed.


    After the sudden absence of the maternal grandmother, her great empire collapsed and when my mother reached her adolescent, a coup d''etat took place on the part of an extremist faction of the spirits of light, which ended up dethroning her, frightened and confused, she sought the help of Uncle Nobul, the richest of the dark spirits, Uncle Nobul did what every good spirit of darkness should do when someone asks for help, he captured it and sold it as a slave.


    My mother did not fall without a fight and a third of Uncle Nobul''s army was destroyed in the contest, it is fortunate that the spirits cannot die if their spiritual altar is not destroyed but the casualties would have been terrible and Uncle Nobul would have ruined .


    During my mother''s auction all the most influential dark spirits got together, of course my father was present, and he immediately fell in love with the mother, 49% of his fortune was spent on that auction and 2% more on a ring of weddings which edectively cost him his place among the richest dark spirits, there were comments about removing the title of darkness but a stubbornness of the father enough to drop them.


    Dark spirits have a tradition of measuring love in how much money your partner is willing to spend on you, although this is not measured in numbers but in percentages in this way we ensure a fair ground of competition between social classes, you might think that a man with less money would be willing to raise his spending percentage to attract a girl, but the world is not easy, give us money you have more than your profit percentage is spent on daily needs and then a richer man Nor is it easy to spend a greater number of your earnings percentage as this is intended to maintain your lifestyle.


    Among the humans who know about the customs of dark spirits there are those who criticize measuring love with money invested but I ask you the reader, how much are you willing to spend on your partner? And how much would you like her to spend on you?


    Leaving human opinions aside, old customs are only old customs among dark spirits love is free, even freer than among humans, a dark spirit can love whoever it wants and leave it and love whenever it wishes and I am the proof from this.


    I, an uncommon mestizo between a dark spirit and a spirit of light that was born with both powers and is still accepted among dark spirits, humans think that dark spirits are cruel and ruthless, that they cannot feel love or compassion some see us as if we were the same as demons, but the reality is different, the truth is that dark spirits are not cruel what we are is praguematic, we move with the firm belief that everything that is not family is a resource waiting to be exploited for the sake of our family.


    There is no being more loyal than a dark spirit, the spirits of light have a reputation for being good people but their sense of justice is something that we despise, they would be able to sacrifice everything for a stranger and call it heroism, we call it negligence , love is selfish and narcissistic as is life itself, an individual owes himself and his family and is obliged to return home with her no matter how many innocents he must throw into the tracks of a train to achieve it.


    My maternal grandmother gave up everything I had including her family to protect a group of strangers and because of this my mother ended up suffering, now it is time for all races to recognize our justice as the best that exists, I write this book with the hope of improving the understanding of the other species of the pure and honest nature of the dark spirits and that the reader learn from my mistakes and not commit them himself.


    Let me finish this chapter with a life lesson.


    Beautiful and striking women brings problems, if you find a girl being harassed ignore her and call the police, don''t be a hero, beautiful women love to have many friends because when they get in trouble they can use them as meat shields, look for a wife moderately beautiful that is moderately rich and raises a moderately special family, the most striking tree is cut down first.


    I admire my father for everything he sacrificed for my mother, but I don''t know if I can ever love him so much to imitate him.

 2.- My first day of work.

    Today I have completed twelve years and I have been granted permission to start working, and I could not be happier, dark spirits love money, not because we need it since as incorporating beings we do not have annoying biological needs that oblige us to work to earn money to sustain our needs but because he is full of human energy that for dark spirits is like a tonic that enhances our growth.


    My name Drako comes from my love for the money that exceeds that of a dragon, when I was still a baby I tried to empty my father''s treasure of all that delicious human essence and since then I am no longer allowed to enter it.


    Now I can finally earn my own money, but first I must gain work experience, in this competitive world one cannot expect to have a good job and an adequate pension if one does not begin to accumulate work experience from an early age.


    Today I begin my career from the most basic work for a dark spirit, to be a storage vessel, other dark spirits of noble birth can feel insulted at the mere idea of considering doing this work but I do not, I am like the rest of My family a faithful believer of enlightened nepotism.


    Power exists to favor your family but authority brings responsibilities and only someone capable can fulfill them while at the same time enjoying the pleasures of power.


    Giving power to someone who cannot bear the weight that this entails will only hurt him.


    This is why I trained for the day that I am at the top nobody can say that I don''t know what I am doing.


    I have only one regret in my heart and it is my mother who chose this job for me and with her luck I can only prepare for the worst.


    Using the spirit-changing ability of a spirit and a seal that suppresses my power, I take the form of a dark minor spirit the lowest kind of dark spirit, I keep my worries within me and activate the employment contract.


    I am in a circle of invocation within a tower of magicians, 6 magicians surround me, they are my new employers, we signed a storage contract for 6 months.


    At this moment I look like a 10 cm long ball of hair that floats on a pedestal that contains the circle of invocation of spirits, now this situation is not comfortable for me but work is work.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    It prepared me mentally to use the definitive technique of the minor dark spirits, in this this is a legendary technique passed from holder of the title of darkness to holder of title of darkness, a technique perfected over generations of geniuses, it cost me a lot to do Let my father show it to me.


    He looked up and stared at the contractors with the most powerful tender look they have ever seen.


    My eyes widen my tongue slightly peeks out of my mouth and my body becomes spongy like a cloud and as if all this was not enough I put my dark charm to the fullest.


    The contractors in front of me are surprised at my tenderness, especially the two women among the six contractors who can''t stop screaming for how adorable I am.


    These humans have no chance against this legendary technique.


    In the end, the oldest of the six wizards and he seemed to be in charge of this group, managed to bring order back to this group, approached me and held in his hands and took me to an adjoining room where a chest was located which For the next 6 months it would be my home.


    The process of creating a storage vessel began and I saw how the magicians looked at me with pity, their reaction filled me with confusion until I saw the seal that would be used to merge with the chest, it was not a temporary seal but a permanent one, I was furious , dare to break a contract with a dark spirit did not believe that there were still fools who believed that this was a good idea, the other spirits would only get angry but the dark spirits, we seek revenge.


    When I was thinking about how I would punish them for breaking their contract with me I noticed that the room contained a powerful seal which was specialized to contain dark spirits, I made fun of that seal, although I called it powerful that is only from the perspective of a lesser spirit. I am a meztiso son of two bearers of elementary title something on that level cannot harm me but it provided me with a revelation.


    These people are hunters of professional spirits, one of the most unpleasant creatures that exist in the multiverse, heartless humans who dare to harm the poor minor spirits, even the minor dark spirits, someone who can see the tender face of a Dark spirit and not be moved clearly has no soul and has ice for blood.


    Although escaping from here would be easy, these people must have more spirits trapped so at least until my life is really at risk I will continue with the game and pretend that they have captured me.


    Everything proceeded as planned, I joined the chest and transformed into a storage container, while that passed the reports to the police of the dark spirits, that will teach these heartless monsters what is the repetition by the neighbor, Humans tend to think that the police of the dark spirits is the same as yours, but this is not so for a small detail, the police of the dark spirits do not need to give human rights.


    When I am transported outside the tower of magicians I can sculpt a click to one of the magicians shouting that the circle of invocation of spirits had exploded, I notice the complexion of the wizards much whiter, a product without doubt of the fear of knowing that the spirits Dark people learned of his little fraud.

 3.- The hard work of being the treasure chest of a tyrant.

    Oh dear mother, your luck will one day kill your son, if he didn''t love you so much he could really be considering early emansipation.


    Now I find myself trapped in the treasure chamber inside a castle belonging to a tyrant, apparently the reason why these magicians decided to break their pact with the dark spirits was because of the threats of their evil king, which is offensive to me We clearly fear more than any human king, because they fear him more than we do.


    Although I currently have no power of persuasion, it turns out that the treasure is protected by a powerful defense system that does not allow anyone to enter and does not allow anyone to leave and is unlike the seal that binds me to this chest cannot be broken.


    At this moment I am alone, apparently I was the first dark spirit to be scammed by those fraudulent magicians, I suppose that my heroic act has just been wasted, in the end I only managed to get locked in this treasure room.


    From now on my life will consist of being surrounded by a group of beautiful virgin women who beat gold, jewels and various treasures, collected by the army of the evil tyrant, inside me.


    Oh, how hard is life.


    Being trapped inside a gold cage is really an unimaginable torture, which not even the large amounts of energy I get from gold can appease.


    I am definitely locked inside the treasure and I am not just pretending to absorb the energy of the treasure.


    And who dares to say otherwise is certainly wrong.


    This moment I find myself in the Berlusco palace within the country of Berlud, which is ruled by the tyrant Berlud III, a ruler who was born endowed with great power, when Berlud III grew up he decided that the purpose of life was to enjoy it, concentrated his royal heritage and the budget of his country in the army, ignoring all other aspects of the government.


    The first royal decree of Berlud III was the forced recruitment of all men and women of legal age, then hired veteran mercenaries to teach them to fight, bribery to senior clergy to get priests with recovery magic to teach those with affinity To be combat physicians, I pay alchemists to create stimulating potions that will unify the muscolar mass and physical resistance due to a dependence on potions and a decrease in life expectancy.


    I create fortifications at strategic points, contract criminal groups as guerrillas, and pay mercenaries to make lightning night raids on the bases of their opponents.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    He forced huge taxes on the population, kidnapped bright and talented young people whom he forced to obey and threatened neighboring countries to support their enemies if they did not support their plans, I create a strict hierarchy with their supporters in the head.


    When Berlud III managed to control the money and military power of his countries, he dedicated himself to spending it on his own satisfaction, the best food was forwarded to his delight, the most beautiful women and the most beautiful men served as a part of the decoration from its imposing fortress castle, the gladiatorial colice was revived, the luxuries of the whole country were taken to the palace for the enjoyment of the king.


    The castle of Berlud is a fortified city inhabited by soldiers that encloses a pure white palace, the palace is the home of the king berlud and his most loyal and important subordinates, and the place where I find myself now is the treasure room, an underground facility under the palace of Belud, a place run by beautiful women held by the king of Balud as part of their treasure, these women are of all human races, of all ages and of all social classes.


    Governing in this underground palace was an underground monarch, a very strange man who called himself Monica, said he was King Belud''s favorite and was automating himself as the queen of the underground palace of Belud.


    Monica was a ruthless ruler, followed by the strangest human men who had ever seen, ruled over the fragile maids with an iron fist, literally with an iron fist, wore metal covers on their hands and seeing the wounds on women, I was very sure they used them to hurt them.


    The job of these poor damsels in distress was to store and classify the treasures of King Belud and more recently to collect those treasures within the king''s new possession a storage chest.


    This chest was beautiful, made with handcrafted wood joined by gold-coated steel, when the chest was opened a golden glow came out of it, it was as if inside this chest were all the gold in the world, one could only imagine the Legends heroes completing an epic journey to find this treasure as a reward for their heroic promises, how happy they would be.


    Within this beautiful chest an endless darkness resides and every inanimate object that came into contact with it disappeared, at least until someone summoned it again.


    A storage chest, that was what this beautiful chest was, a magical object that allowed you to store more than the volume of the object would suggest.


    Grata was the surprise of King Balud to receive this chest as a birthday gift from a group of his magicians, of course he ordered them to create a storage chest to give his treasure a new layer of protection and then ordered them to give it as a gift of birthday, but that does not less pleasant the king''s surprise.


    The only thing that diminishes their joy was that those same magicians are currently missing, which is a shame because disappearing without the king''s permission is a direct death sentence and the king was really planning to reward them, perhaps even giving them the honor of seeing him change from clothes.


    But that little detail does not take the king''s dream away, not when the completion of his plan is underway.


    Soon he would place his most valuable treasures inside the storage chest and take them with him to the great journey.

 4.- My first love.

    I, Drako Sunset Star, have fallen in love and fell in love for the first time in my life.


    It has been three months since I became a chest, the first month I began to familiarize myself with my surroundings, in a very successful way and to add, the second month I spent absorbing the energy of the treasures that they bring me, the third spent trying to discover what is this feeling in my chest that I feel to see one of the women who come to bring me gold.


    After a month of contemplation I have reached a revelation, what I feel is love.


    The women I meet here in the treasure chamber are undoubtedly beautiful, and Monica and her guards are attractive and virile men despite wearing armadras that seem intended for women.


    I can recognize this fact, I can be a spirit a race different from the human race but I think that while one is not dead inside or is too narrow-minded, one can recognize beauty in others, even if they are of different species.


    What I am trying to say is that a spirit can appreciate human beauty, but falling in love, falling in love is a rare thing.


    At first I thought that what I felt was simple attraction, if I have to be honest, the women here have their guard very low, maybe it is because there are no people judging their appearance or that the only man they want to impress is King Barlud that does not seem to have sexual desire but demands beauty, but these women are between being arranged and being naturally beautiful, I must say that they are right in my batting zone.


    But this is different, what I feel for her is different, no, sorry for Nin is different.


    Nin is the most beautiful creature I have seen, beautiful curly black hair that reaches her waist, it is as if the night itself flowed from her head to her waist, measures a meter with sixty sentimeters, by the hundreds of gods that humans have revered and the hundreds of demons that have terrified their dreams if this is not a stature made to receive love I don''t know what you are.This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.


    He has two hands and two feet, if I know this is normal in humans but in Nin he seems incredibly elegant, to hell with the other humans with his arms and legs trying to imitate Nin and failing if this is not what the hands look like And the legs don''t know how it does.


    His face.


    His face, what a beautiful work of art.


    I didn''t know that humans can be born so beautiful.


    My family has a vast collection of art, I have never understood its beauty because I always thought I had no eye for art but now I realize the truth, those were incomplete works, wanting to imitate the beauty of Nin''s face and failing miserably


    Those red lips like apples, when I heard that the biblical story of the expulsion of the man from Eden for tasting the forbidden fruit being frank, I didn''t understand what they wanted to say but now I can only say that God can go packing my bag because I''m going to eat that fruit even if I forbid it..


    Nin''s eyes, I take a moment to calm down, yes, I''m still alive.


    When I saw those eyes that are like the function between a black diamond, a star and the eyes of a human who is not Nin, I can only think that I died and reached the sky that humans speak about.


    I see, I thought that humans were mostly a race with a minimum of invalid population, but now I realize that it is the other way round, clearly the eyes of the rest of the human population that is not Nin are defective, poor, I feel sorry for them.


    Wait a moment, Nin''s hair that I thought was pure night actually has intense pieces of red masked with black dye, red as the fire of the bearer of the title of fire.


    Her hair is like a moonless night or stars in which a group of fire spirits disguised as dark spirits went out to play.


    Naughty spirits, I forgive them because it''s about Nin.


    Nin''s eyes are so beautiful, I wonder why they sealed me in this stupid chest instead of their eyes, the humans excluding Nin are definitely idiots.


    Nin is so beautiful.


    Nin is the most beautiful of all.


    And the part that crowns this beautiful beauty is its skin, as fine as silk, a beautiful chocolate tone, with a white heart-shaped mark that encompasses its eyes, nose and mouth.


    That beautiful.


    I have decided to make this woman my girlfriend.


    For that I must accelerate my plan to seize this place.


    For Nin''s sake and for my own good.

 5.- My first broken heart.

    Today I have decided to show myself to Nin, I separate myself from the chest in which I have been working for three months, if, as I thought this seal that held me together is actually very fragile, not only is the fact that it was done to contain a dark spirit extremely weak but also can not absolutely contain my part of spirit of light.


    As I expected the only real threat to me is the defense system placed around the treasure room in which I find myself.


    But that is not a problem at the moment, since this is currently waiting for Nin''s visit, today it is his turn to shovel the treasure, I wonder what his reaction will be when he sees me.


    My current appearance is that of a man of one meter with 80 centimeters, muscular, with a white suit, black eyes, short hair and chocolate skin to match Nin''s.


    It is not for showing off or anything but I am considered a very attractive man.


    I bet Nin will be delighted with my appearance.


    He may propose to me after he sees me.


    I wonder what I should do and it really does.


    Accepting immediately would not make me look desperate.


    He thinks that the most appropriate thing would be to tell him that solid relationships are built step by step and that time is necessary for that.


    My poor Nin, don''t cry, I''m not rejecting you, this is bad, if she really starts to cry I think I would end up agreeing to get married.


    Should I start with the wedding preparations?


    Wait, before this I should concentrate on meeting her first.


    When my mother chose this mission for me I expected the worst but it turned out not to be as bad as I expected.


    No one enters the room, she looks so beautiful with the eyes of my physical form than with my spiritual eyes.


    But it is not time to admire Nin''s beauty and I will have time after we get married.


    Now I need a good first impression, it would be unfortunate to tell our children how to ruin it when we met.


    Nin looks at me with those beautiful eyes of her, she is clearly surprised, she asks me who I am and how I got here, and I feel that the combination of her eyes looking at me and her voice, more beautiful than the music of the nymphs that sing for the Goddesses, threatens to take my heart out of my chest.


    It takes me all that I have to keep calm, but I praise it with an impressive mix of professionalism and virility without limits, I achieve the impressive task of keeping my expression calm and serene even frustrating this woman that could well be described as the embodiment of beauty made person.


    I am a worthy representative of the dark spirits if I may say so.


    Making use of all my charisma I present myself before Nin.


    I am Drako Indomitus Sunset Star, spirit of the treasure of King Berlud III and I have come to grant your wishes to you Miss Nin Berlud IV unrecognized princess of the kingdom of Berlud according to the agreement signed by your ancestors.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    Nin is surprised, how beautiful she looks surprised, but it is obvious that they would be a man who has never known before appears abruptly in front of her and reveals her biggest secret, I bet I never thought anyone would know that she was the unrecognized daughter of the king and a prisoner of war of a nomadic tribe that lives south of here.


    My plan to gain Nin''s confidence quickly is to present myself as a spirit that fulfills desires, humans never question why someone would want to fulfill their wishes without receiving anything in return or because they and not others, is the perfect way to win someone''s trust, to make promises that you cannot keep, even in some human nations make the people who do this in rulers, making the functionality of this method guaranteed.


    Can you really fulfill my wishes?


    Cane, fishing line, hook, bait and Nin.


    Every relationship begins with interest, goodness is temporary, interest is eternal, two people with conflicting interests are destined to be separated forever, love is no different from any other type of relationship, in the fact that it is its basis It is also the common interest.


    My plan to win Nin''s heart is to make myself indispensable for her first.


    Drako: My power is not infinite, so there are things I can''t grant you, but because you don''t test my limits by asking for something first.


    Nin looks at me cautiously, thinks deeply about what to ask me, clenches his fists as if he were suffering and in the end he looks at me with resolution in his eyes.


    Nin: Make me beautiful.


    Drako: Sorry?


    A trick question, how scary women are, I never thought that was a possibility.


    Nin: I said you would make me beautiful, you can do it or not.


    Drako: But Miss Nin how can you improve what is already perfect.


    Nin looks at me with an expression full of anger, and I understand what is happening.


    Nin: Don''t make fun of my fraudulent spirit!


    Drako: Wait Miss Nin don''t raise your voice or you''ll hear us and I can''t help you anymore.


    Nin calms down, but her expression remains angry.


    Drako: Well Miss Nin I have heard your wish and I can certainly fulfill it but it needs to be more detailed, beauty has more than one meaning after all.


    Nin: I want my skin to be completely white and my hair completely black.


    Drako: But why would he want such a thing, his skin is a perfect combination of blacks and whites and his hair flashes like the stars on a summer night.


    Drako: Miss Nin you are already beautiful.


    Nin: You lie, nobody likes how I look, not even my mother.


    Hold Nin with one of my hands on her back and the other holding her chin and look into her eyes.


    Drako: I like the way Miss Nin looks.


    Using my power that captivation I asked.


    Drako: Tell me what you really want Miss Nin.


    Nin''s beautiful eyes began to cry and in a broken voice I guess.


    Nin: Make me beautiful.


    Within these eyes that had already stolen my heart and threatened to take away my soul too I saw sadness, pain and infiriority, I bit my lip in frustration and a dark and dense liquid began to gostiar from my now injured lip, I caught my blood before that I could fall on Nin''s face and use it to dye Nin''s hair turning completely black permanently and incredibly glowing it was like a starry night an additional characteristic courtesy of my spirit side of light, a beautiful vision certainly but the red hairs that were like mischievous fire spirits that went out to play at night had been lost forever and I felt that the heart squeezed in the chest, this is what the owners of beloved pets should feel when they have to take them to sacrifice


    Now comes the most difficult part, I placed my hand on Nin''s forehead and from the place where our skins made contact the color of his skin began to change, turning white as porcelain.


    When her term change released Nin and passed a hand mirror, confused and nervous, she looked at herself in the mirror and began to smile, I saw her running outside the room without a doubt to show off her new change in appearance.


    When I was left alone in the room a tear collapsed, it came out of my right eye and rolled down my cheek, I didn''t even know I could cry until that moment.


    I looked at my hands and for the first time in my life I felt dirty, I guess this feeling is what is called guilt.


    He had done something unforgivable, had destroyed something beautiful.


    I looked at the door through which Nin had come out and murmured.


    Drako: Someday I will make you love yourself enough to ask me to return you to your previous state.


    Today my heart had broken for the first time in my life, I opened the lid of the chest that had been part of me for the last three months and locked myself inside it.

 6.- Stupid human race.

    I know I am exaggerating, such a superficial change in appearance is something completely normal for a spirit, we change our colors as easily as humans change haircuts, in fact in the elementary world it is more common to find a color shop than a hairdresser.


    I am a certified pigmenter myself, so that this should not affect me as much as it does, but simply when I think that there is an aspect of Nin that cannot be loved as it deserves, I simply cannot accept it.


    I leave the chest and stop in the middle of the treasure room, I breathe and with only thought my appearance changes, my chocolate skin changes to a white porcelain, my black hair becomes a golden color, my black eyes change to a color blue, I am a light and dark mixed spirit, for me such a superfical change is as easy as breathing and I really don''t have an opinion about my appearance, but now that Nin has changed and I will also change so as not to remind him of what I leave behind.


    But as I really expected although I understand the reasons that led Nin to this decision and I know that it was the one that Nin wanted even so I cannot accept it.


    I have watched Nin for a month, I know that when her mother or one of her friends is not there to defend her, she checks a very bad deal by Monica''s guard and the other women, I always thought it was because they were envious of her Appearance, after all Nin was blessed with the pinnacle of human beauty, it would be strange if they didn''t envy her, but it seems that Nin thinks she''s ugly.


    This has only one explanation.


    The stupidity of the human race is greater than I expected and is so strong that it has even begun to affect Nin.


    As the saying goes, don''t fight an idiot because he will win by a majority of numbers and experience.


    Stupid human race, they cannot keep their stupidity for themselves and not affect those around them.


    The other option that comes to mind is that the feelings that Nin receives for his skin color is what humans call racial discrimination.


    The concept behind this is that the social position of humans is determined by the color of their skin.


    Frankly I do not understand the concept, I am a certified pigmenter so that I can transform any living being into the color I want, for me there is no sense in the color of the body.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    Even if I love the chocolate-colored color of Nin''s skin it is only because it is Nin''s and not because of the color itself, although I would be blind but I could tell how it looks so beautifully.


    I wonder how this system of social positioning based on skin color works, they give extra points for the bright colors, I receive financing from the state if I am purple, they will make me their leader if they shine in the dark.


    All important questions without immediate answers.


    My father told me about this on one occasion, he said that once my grandfather was called for an important transaction, a human wanted to sell his human farm to pay his debts.


    Although I don''t understand why humans have farms to produce humans, it seems that local law allowed these practices, and being completely legal and my grandfather not caring about anything while making a profit, my grandfather accepted the business.


    Being the first impression and being an important treatment my grandfather as the great businessman who was investigating the local fashion and presented himself as a handsome and elegantly dressed man wearing a beautiful chocolate skin, much more beautiful than that of the local majority.


    But despite the good intentions of the grandfather and his elegant dress, the man who wanted to sell his human farm behaved like a savage, I call him slave skin and spit on him and as if that wasn''t enough I try to rob him.


    My grandfather was enraged by his complete lack of manners and showed why he was given the title of darkness, the grandfather defeated all the combatants on the human farm on his own with extra ease and then stopped and painfully interrogated the irrational seller about his assault, is when he discovered that the locals had the habit of measuring the social position of their civilization according to the color of their skin and that the skin color they had chosen was the lowest.


    My grandfather was deeply offended because they questioned his sense of fashion, he was widely known to always impose a trend and it was the first time he was told that he did not dress well.


    To vent his anger he reversed the skin color of everyone present and left without buying anything.


    Father told me that this caused the control of the installation to change hands, and that people started calling grandfather as the patron lord of slaves, the latter seemed very ironic to my father because my grandfather would never support anyone else than himself, but the grandfather was indifferent to the title he once said:


    "Kings and slaves are equally inferior to my presence, I will win for me and I will sell you, lose my money and you will know my fury."


    Human customs are a mystery to me, but the only certain thing is that I love Nin and what makes her unhappy is wrong and what made her happy is justice.


    I''ve left Nin too long alone, it''s time to go with her.


    Or that is what I would like but the door has an alarm and only my sense of spirit can secure it without warning of my presence.


    I really wish he had stayed long enough to ask for protection measures as his second wish, I wonder what was important enough to leave me here alone.

 7. Life is fashion and fashion is life (Special chapter).

    There are six species of spirits:


    - Spirit of light.


    - Earth spirit.


    - Water spirit.


    - Fire spirit.


    - Spirit of wind.


    - Spirit of darkness.


    These six species of spirits are divided into 6 different races:


    - King spirit or title holder.


    - Spiritual nobility.


    - Greater spirit.


    - Medium spirit.


    - Lesser spirit.


    - Half spirit.


    And all these spirits share a characteristic in common.


    Spirits love beauty in all its forms.


    This has influenced its culture in various ways throughout its history, and in the current era it manifests itself as a passion for fashion.


    And nowhere in the world is better proof of this than the joint city Nexus also known as the fashion capital.


    In its streets made with the purpose of imitating a fashion show you can see an exhibition of all the forms and styles that fashion can reach.


    Recently in the street light and darkness, named in honor of the two species of spirits that love fashion the most, a fashion runway mode has been enabled and today the most recognized exponents of spiritual fashion are preparing to go out before the public .


    The first to inaugurate the fashion show is the half-spirit with the name of Mr. Stains, a mongrel son of two half-spiritual dogs, his father being a half-dark spirit and his mother a half-spirit of light, a true rarity without a doubt , its single existence is already exotic enough to attract the eyes, but having been born as a talented change forms and with an exorbitant love for fashion and the catwalks made a cart in the competitive world of modeling and won the hearts of the audience , to understand its popularity it must be said that a third of the current spectators came to see it only.Stolen novel; please report.


    Mr. Stains goes on stage and the crowd fills him with applause, he is dressed in a white leotard, which means that he plans to start with a demonstration of his abilities changing the way he is so recognized.


    At this time Mr. Stains is a Chihuahua, a breed of Mexican dog that receives its name from the state of Chihuahua, both the country and the state are within a planet governed by humans in one of the many divenational planes to which the spirits have access, this breed of dog is recognized for its small size as for its particular ears and short hair, its weight ranges between two and three kilograms, are active playful, vigilant and jealous.


    Mr. Stains advances along the catwalk with the elegance that only a spiritual dog, who has survived a decade of model career, is capable of possessing.


    As he advances his hair changes color, first it is yellow, then it is brown, then it is blue, then it is red, then it is green and in the end it turns black.


    Mr. Stains arrives at the end of the tour and enters a room with curtains placed at the end of the street to mark the end of the catwalk.


    Having finished his tour after an excellent performance of the dance of colors of the spirits , Mr. Stains earns a standing ovation.


    But this is only the beginning of the show, three minutes after Mr. Stains finished his journey he comes out again, now being a Norwegian moose hunter, a breed from but from the same world of the Chihuahu but from northern Europe, a Norwegian dog to be exact, having a lush hair and a size larger than the chihuahua, is the best way for your next show.


    Mr. Stains began to run from one end of the catwalk to the other, giving jumps and overcrowding, among his careers and jumps mesclo some tricks such as when one of the assistants threw him a frieze and caught him in the air, or when he rolled side to side.


    At the end of the show I walk from one side to the other of the catwalk while performing various forms of doggy poses such as walking with the front paws resting on the floor and the rear paws in the air or like giving the leg.


    When he finished showing his repertoire of canine tricks, Mr. Stains dressed in a black tuxedo came out to say goodbye to his fans.


    Mr. Stains left the catwalk accompanied by the sounds of applause.


    Shortly after the departure of Mr. Manchas, a new model entered, this time it was a lesser spirit of water.


    A rookie in the modeling industry who had come to the fashion show to make a name for himself in the industry.


    He was known by the envelope name of Satire.


    Satira as the lesser spirit of water it is, is able to alter your body freely in addition to its coloration.


    And using these two racial skills along with his particular sense of art is able to give the spectator a unique spectacle.


    When Satira first appeared in front of the spectators, her appearance was that of a floating water ball but it soon became a humanoid face of floating water.


    The facial features of the face were full of life and it was as if enriality was a real human face and not just the body of a spirit, this was a much more impressive achievement than it might seem, considering that this is not a skill with The one that the spirits are born.


    Mastering the transformation of the body to such a level that a human face can be imitated to perfection is undoubtedly a skill at the level of creating a work of art.


    And this perfectly replicated face began to show various expressions, first it was a smile, an expression of sadness and then a disappointment, then it was an expression of fear that quickly changed to an expression of anger to end with an expression of interest.