《Reborn to purity》


 A prologue to a life

    Something that I suggest that you know before you stab someone is how not to get drenched in blood. I mean, I like a little blood but is soaks into your clothing and weighs you down.


    Well, I doubt you will need to know any of this in any case, because I doubt that you will be killing anyone anytime soon, but still.


    ah... I''m off topic.......


    staring down into the empty eyes of my victim, I grin. but soon my smile fads into pity. They never even had a chance to be pure, they are a pitiable person.


    now, I''m sure you are wondering why I currently have a obsidian knife stabbed into a woman''s neck, and how I even got into the house. You see, This is my friends house and this woman was my friends older sister...


    Before, I have witnessed her impurity and I had to put a end to it. though if you think about it, most people have sex so I suppose its more about culling the people near my ''lord''.


    If your wondering, my lord is my friend, And yes I am talking to a hidden audience in my head, and now I''m talking about how I''m talking to my auden.... never mind.


    I pull out the knife from her throat and push myself off her bed. since her bed is quite tall I fall onto the floor onto my back... how embarrassing. Alas, no one hears me fall since her clothing litter the ground where I fell. convenient.


    I walk into the room opposite from the sister''s room and enter my lords chambers. I lock the door behind me, and I hesitantly walk to him. Only recently I learned that he was not pure and I was... how ironic, the one who taught me purity will soon kill him because of his own impurity. I devoted several years of my life for his cause... I suppose this was all a joke to him. A F*****g joke! Ah sorry, how vulgar of me, I should be done with this vermin since he is clearly corrupting me as we...think.


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    I raise the dagger above my head, and I hesitate again. I''ve known him for 7 years now, and all this time I did not think that in all this time he would be having sex with his own sister.... goes to show how good I am at judging people''s character. ahahah.


    Jaken: "Luke, awaken". I keep my blade above me as I say this, my deep voice sounding like gravel.


    I want him to be awake for this, there is no fear of being caught.


    Luke: "ugh, Jaken" clearly confused, he hasn''t even noticed the dagger above my head, held by each hand.


    Jaken: "luke, you are corrupted I have killed Carly just moments ago as I will kill you." Whilst he is still confused I stab him in his chest, over and over again.


    Luke: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"


    Jaken: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"


    its not long before the dagger breaks in his chest, I let go of knife. Luke is already dead, I have cut the heart.


    I stand there, over his bed looking into his eyes for one last time before break the window in his room with a metal mace I made him for today, his birthday..........


    I climb up onto the windowsill, and fall headfirst into the concrete 30 ft below.

 well... this was rather unexpected (chapter 1) [Improved]

    I have died.


    Let me correct myself, I should have died. I fell headfirst onto concrete, there is no way I could have survived that fall.


    I''m sure that I have not died though. I know this because I am still thinking. A famous philosopher once said "I exist therefore I am". Everything before that was something that I was never sure of. Not that it mattered in any sense. Our perception of the world is our universe, but at least knowing I exist, I know that my perception exists.


    I never believed in the afterlife, thus when I jumped headfirst into the concrete, I was prepared for non-existence. My body would die along with my soul, since it needs a body to sustain it.


    I am in nothingness, but I still exist, thus I''m still alive. I must have failed to kill myself, and I''m in a coma. Dammit failure. Must I wait in silence? Well, this silence is quite relaxing. I suppose I will enjoy the dark as it lasts.


    As I come to grips with the dark around me, it recedes. I begin to comprehend the figures around me, there was never darkness. This is.... I am in the abyss, a place between existence itself.


    All around me are the souls, sustained by the special properties of the abyss. These foolish souls move erratically, and do not enjoy the dark that the abyss can offer.


    Spending time in the abyss could perhaps be considered the dreamland of filthy pacifists. But the peace of the abyss is never long lived, those that life off the abyss will corrode.


    Soul after soul turns black, and they simply rot away.


    I return to my earlier vigilance, and examine everything around myself. Waves after waves of souls turn black. The blackness approaches myself and I brace for the inevitable terror that comes with it.


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    I feel as though my soul corrodes. Every one of my moments are characterized by the stagnation felt by my soul. Keeping my flames within a lit within the abyss, cracks form along my surface. Constantly repairing, constantly breaking. Every moment wanting to give in, why do I resist? I don''t have any reason to think that this will end. Why do I continue?


    But, resistance to these thoughts are strong. I am the only remaining pure Cytaari. I am the avatar of combat. I will fight, to try to make purity be existent; even in the abyss.


    But these thoughts ring hollow. How does one face the entire abyss without breaking forever? No, not even I am that strong. As I break, as I give in. Just as I give up. The pull of rot and stagnation cedes.


    around be are only the black souls that have given up, but I alone shine in the dark. A burning Crimson fire burns within me now. I am the avatar of combat, the one known for their true name: Jaken.


    Moving through the sea of dead souls, I find a vortex swallowing them. Instinct tells me, that this is the way into the realm of mortals. I will steal a body on the other side, and spread the Cytaari faith. I will purify.


    I move into the vortex. I move down it, towards the glow. towards the my salvation, and their death.


    **********


    I hear sound, my very own heart. There are sounds muffled all around me.


    My newfound body is falling, falling down an endless hole with the entire surrounding forcing me deeper down into he darkness. Everything is pressing down onto my body.


    Until I see the light again, I will not fade.


    "Mistress, push"


    And thus I am born.

 birth (chapter 2)

    I had an uncanny sense of the world. Even though I keep my eyes closed, I know where everyone is. Perhaps this is an after of my time within the soul river.


    I also know that the room that I am in right now and is made from a very hard and cold material, and is quite large.


    Thinking about my new situation, I heard a older woman cry: "*&^%$%^&*#&*%"(Mistress, its a girl!). I am unable to understand what their individual words mean, but for some reason I understand the meaning of what they say. Is this perhaps linked to my ability to see the room without my eyes open? My uncanny senses are probably strange, not going to mention that to anyone. tehe? ugh, acting cute is too hard, I''m just going to act like a really boring baby and maybe I can get some alone time to stare out a window all day like usual.


    Onto the matter with the sex change. I don''t care.


    I know that many of you scum from my past world would be upset over a sex change, but for me this doesn''t matter. Except for one thing: It makes solving my physical body harder and more painful. I won''t give you any details on what I mean by that, since its rather private.


    I was so distracted by our dear conversation that I didn''t even notice that my "mother" is holding my against her chest. Its just as I feared, my mother appears to have quite large breasts. perhaps a G cup? I fear this because, what kind of idiot would want giant breasts, they only get in the way.


    as I was thinking of this I felt a odd feeling in my stomach. so this is hunger pains, eh?  you may wonder why I act as if I never felt hunger before was because I didn''t. the specific hormone escapes me, but I was born unable to feel hunger. Well at least I won''t accidentally starve like in my previous life.


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    But still this hunger thing is unpleasant.


    Now, how do I get my mother to breast feed me? How do newborns do this? Cry? aye, that is what I''ll do.


    Jaken: "WAH, WAH" this high pitched wail comes from my vocal cords.


    My Mother: "$%^#&%$#&!@$^&" (ugh, you come here and take this.) She hands me to the wet nurse and retreats out of the room.


    Well, that was unexpected, I thought that she at least would pretend that she ''cared'' in any sense of the word. At least people in my previous life pretended to care about how I felt about things. Not this one though. Though she is just some stranger, I don''t care if I see her again.


    The wet nurse presses my body to her own, whilst she sits down. I can feel another life within her, ready to escape from their prison as have I. I feel her tears falling onto my scalp, they feel cold.


    wet nurse: "&^#$%@&^#$%^@%^@$#" (please take care of your half-sibling. They will be your servant in the future. Ah, sorry you are still hungry. Here.)


    I suckle from the wet nurse as she begins to cry.


    This sadness is what will define her in her final moment''s. She gives birth to my healthy half-beastkin male, though no one knows this perhaps my father. She died in childbirth


    I will later learn that the wet nurse she was a slave bought for her good looks to be a maid, I will also learn that she was raped by my father because of her beauty.

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 That was uncalled for (chapter 3)

    I stare at the stone ceiling, following the cracks along the stone.


    A while ago I was put into this room whilst I was sleeping, and with no other things to distract myself, I stare at the ceiling. Wait... I could experiment with this 7th sense. This sense of mine makes me always aware of where something is, but not what it looks like. It tells me some basic properties of the materials around me, but its very limited.


    Sense is a really bad word for what this is. Magic, yeah it seems similar enough to what magic would be.


    Wait, this is a different world. Perhaps this world have magic? That would be quite interesting, wielding magic against my foes. Well its not like I have anything else to do, this body is unwieldy, and cannot be used until I develop further.


    I feel around for where this magic comes from. And this is a lot harder than I thought. I don''t feel where it starts so much as the conclusion alone. (i.e. feeling the room)


    Then I felt it. As soon as I felt the odd feeling above below my heart, it was not feint. Almost like it was always there with a strong pressure. Something innate about myself that I never before knew. Like the first time you move a tail you never had, but you still know how to use.


    looking into this place, I could only describe it as a sphere. And inside that sphere is my soul, burning with a golden light. this sphere is leaking energy/magic. I will this sphere to stop leaking the magic from my soul, and my sense disappears. I can only see the ceiling with my own eyes.


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    Energy builds up inside my sphere and I begin to worry that it will explode in magic energy, thus I release it again. My sense comes back. Hm... that''s interesting. Perhaps


    I will My magic to flow through my blood, and nourish my brain, muscles, and fat tissue. my eye sight improves.


    My soul, from what I can tell is generating magic. The magic that it makes is part of me, thus whatever my magic touches I feel, thus my sense of the world.


    I am interrupted by the door to my room opening, my so called "mother" walks into the room with some 6-ish year old boy. They have black hair and green eyes. When my mother saw me, she ushered the child out the of the room in a clear panic. She pushed him out and locks the door. She walks to my crib.


    At this point I am quite confused on why she is so scared. That is until she draws a dagger from her waist, and moves it to my left eye. She cuts it out!


    Jaken: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!


    Though I can say that my pain tolerance is high, having someone cut your eye out without painkillers is... quite painful.


    tears run down her face as she cuts the cloth from her silk dress then leaves.


    I AM SO F***KING CONFUSED, AND IN PAIN!


    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

 I could work with this (chapter 4)

    Staring at the ceiling with my one good eye. One....


    Why the hell did she do that. I''ve only seen her twice and both times, BOTH, she did something rather queer. Albeit the second time is worse since she carved out MY EYE!


    As you can tell, I am a bit upset. I mean, she hasn''t even named me yet, and if she has no one has told me said name. Not like I need a new name, But still


    *sigh*


    At least she left something for me to interact with. An eye-patch!


    Just kidding, I mean the beast kin that is in my crib. Because my crib is so large, both of us have quite enough room to stretch and perhaps stab each other if we had the knives, which we sadly don''t.


    Well, I suppose this is my chance to interact with another intimately.


    I roll off of my back and onto my stomach. lifting myself up a bit, I crawl towards the other body within the crib. The body belongs to a male beastkin. How I know its a beastkin, you might ask? I can tell because of its wolf ears peaking from the top of it''s head.


    He is sleeping quietly. As I approach, I let out a bit of magic to feel out his body. With said magic I can ''see'' his tail hidden underneath his legs.


    I look under his heart, the place where my soul is. under his heart I find a black sphere. This sphere is different from my own since there is no pressure being emitted from it. His soul is empty and new, perfect for my plans.


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    I look deeper into his black soul and find a black fire. I know what this is, This is instinct. This is what the brain downloads onto the soul after they are born.


    Since they are so young, they can easily be brought towards purity. I smile gleefully. I can change this world.


    I put my fat, weak hand onto the boy''s head. I feel through his mind with my magic. I move several directives into the brain.


    1) serve me, known by their true name: Jaken


    2) follow my teachings, for they are holy and the way towards purity.


    3) gather strength


    A lesser individual would claim what I''m doing is immoral. Let me ask you, Why is it immoral? As I''ve said, this is an empty shell driven through instinct alone. There is no person within this body. I am only changing who they will become. Besides, this is better for them, lest they become corrupted.


    I plan to do this several times to this half-brother of mine, thus they can be completely pure. I can change their soul because of their emptiness, I doubt this would work for more developed humans.

 this meat is? (chapter 5)

    Three years and 364 days later.


    In front of me is a youth of the age of four. She has long black hair that reaches her waist. she is 3 feet tall. Looking at her face you would see smooth fair skin. This youth has a pointed nose level with the ground. A small mouth displaying no emotion, as it never has. her right eye is a vivid silver, that would draw anyone''s attention. Her long hair covers the left side of her face.


    This girl is in a silk robe that goes down to her knees.


    Personal maid of MC: "Princess, this was a gift from the king, your father. It is called a mirror, but this specific mirror is considered a masterpiece since the silver is cut so even." My personal maid interrupts my thoughts, but they only lead to a maze of questions.


    This is me?


    She continues again.


    Personal maid of MC: "today is a special day, do you know why?"


    With a glace I could tell that she was excited about my fourth birthday, She is so devoted to care about someone who doesn''t even know her name. Not that she told me her name.


    I maintain my sights onto this mirror, further examining the mirror. Though I know what the special occasion is... I shake my head.


    Personal maid of MC: "maoh(this is supposed to be the cutesy pouting noise), Princess do you not even remember your own birthday?"


    I maintain my stare into the mirror, but I can almost feel the imagine of a overly ''cutesy'' pouting maid


    Personal maid of MC: "Today is a special occasion, princess. His highness, the king himself wishes to speak to you."


    Oh goodie, my father. Well, I haven''t seen my father in... ever. I wonder if it is a practice to never see your offspring in this world, That or it has something to do with my unique birth. Perhaps it has something to do with losing my left eye, or with how I never left this room.


    I feel my fists tighten as I think of how I''ve been treated these past four years.


    first day: I was born, then immediately given to a maid.


    second day: My mother comes into the this very room I''m in now and cuts out my left eye.


    all the other days: I was left here with a single maid and my beastkin half-brother. The maid takes care of my needs, like removing my feces from this room. And I sent my half-brother to train with the soldiers with the explanation of having him be my combat butler when he gets older.


    I tried converting my personal maid to the Cytaari faith before, and sadly learned that it is ineffectual in later life.


    I quickly gave up on trying to leave this room. There are two armed guards outside my door at all times. Overkill much?


    Every single thing in this world is trying to give me a hard time. Every single thing is trying to make this life a living hell.


    perhaps noticing my distress from my tightened fists that threatned to draw blood, she interrupted my thoughts.


    Personal maid of MC: "Don''t worry to much about the king, all you have to do is join him for dinner. Here I''ll get you dressed"


    Clearly being misunderstood, I release my fist. Marking from my nails are shown, where my nails digged into my hand.


    She shows a shirt, black as coal, with two thin straps that would go over the shoulders, and a similarly frilly, black, mini skirt... miniskirt?


    I grab the miniskirt from the maids hands and hold it out to her, whilst shaking my head.


    Understanding my problems with the skirt she lightly laughs, and says.


    Personal maid of MC: "oh, but you will be so cute in front of the king! Besides, after I described you fair white skin and cute face -the king himself instructed me to make you wear this."


    This king ordered this? This pervert king wants his four year old daughter to wear a miniskirt, let alone their first meeting?


    Submitting, I lower my arms that hold the skirt. My shoulders droop and my face falls to the floor.


    If the king personally ordered this, I cannot get out of wearing that promiscuous clothing.


    Whilst the maids guard down remains, I snatch the other article of clothing from her left hand.


    Personal maid of MC: "Hey, princess! I was going to dress you. now, give back the clothing or I''ll have the guards outside help me dress you!"


    I hear her voice. She is having fun watching me sad.


    I raise my head, and stare into her eyes. The magic that I originally held within my body came out, but just a little.


    With a look of utter fear she reared her head back, and took several steps back.


    Personal maid of MC: "ahaha(nervous laugh), its fine you can dress yourself."


    maintaining my stare into her eyes, I lift my left hand towards to door. I''m sure she got the message, since she then quickly on shaking feet left the room.


    I quickly shed the sleepwear that covered my body. I didn''t need to take any undergarments off since, either this world doesn''t have any underwear or my pervert king/father decided that I won''t wear any. This is the real reason I hesitated to wear a miniskirt. My father is a pervert after all.


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    I slid the shirt over my body, but hesitated to wear the miniskirt.


    Ah, I know! I turned to my discarded nightwear and tore off one of the sleeves. Through magic I melded ends of the sleeve until it turned into suitable underwear. A smile crept along my face, my pervert father will be quite disappointed I think.


    I quickly slip the underwear on, along with the miniskirt.


    building my resolve, I scamper towards the door of my chambers and knock two time.


    The heavy door opens, and I see 8 guards waiting outside my door, along with my personal maid whose name remains unknown.


    I haven''t been out of that room in almost 4 years, thus I practically just out of that room and into the middle of the formation of guards. The maid takes my left hand and we walk down unfamiliar hallway after another, until we arrive at a grand set of two wooden doors.


    I see two guards, each armed with a spear and short sword on each side. As soon as they notice us, they open the doors and I peer into the large dinning room. I see a rather tall, fat, old man with a golden crown upon his head at the head of the table. And nearly 30 younger children on either end of the table.


    Without breaking my stride, I continue to waltz into the room. The maid and guards all stop just inside the room. Letting go of my hand, the maid stands next to me.


    One of the guards walks a few steps ahead and says:


    seemingly important guard: "Princess Eris has entered the presence of the king, we say, Long Live the King!"


    Who? Who is this Eris? Is this perhaps my name? I am the only obvious princess that has just entered his presence, thus I''ll assume this is my name.


    Pervert King: "ah, so this is my daughter? hm... my vision is failing me. Bring her closer."


    Without an ounce of majesty, the king said those words.


    Well, I suppose I much approach him. Putting one foot over the other, I pass by each of the youths on my journey to the king. their ages range from 8 to 20, but none of them look capable in a fight. All the males are fat, and the females look weak and dull-witted.


    I stop walking once I am 3 feet away from the king, I keep my face empty of emotion.


    Pervert King: "I''ve heard from your personal maid that you have never spoken a single word"


    I don''t show any reaction.


    Pervert King: "tch, slow witted like the rest of your sisters eh? Well at least your quite unlike the other women around me..." he stops talking and sets his gaze from the top of my head and moves down until he stops at my waist. His smile turn perverted and corrupted. "I see that like the rest of your sisters, you also wear perverse clothing in my presence."


    My left hand tightens, but my face remains stoic. Even when my blood falls to the floor, I continue my stoic facade.


    Pervert King: "go eat with the rest of your sisters."


    As I turned to leave, he reached down and slapped my buttocks.


    I stop walking.


    Anger. If he was to look into my eyes he would see a burning demon, trying to free itself from my grasp and kill everyone here. Not yet. Not yet.


    Pervert King: "Do you want another? GO!"


    He yelled that last command in a voice so disgusting that can only be described as maggots writhing in your ear.


    I stride towards my sisters, quick to get away from the king.


    Ah, as I''ve feared.


    Each of my sisters has large breasts, meaning I will probably have large breasts. All in due time. This is something I can solve later.


    Each of them are so weak. I can almost feel their abject weakness. Their clothing flows with weakness, their hair is weak, their arms are weak, and their eyes... Pathetic.


    I sit as far away from this pervert king, next to one of my younger sisters. She appears to be 7.


    7 year old sister: "are you the princess Eris? is it true that you were locked in a room until now? How old are you? Why are you wearing such a short skirt?


    Well... this was not what I expected when I got out of that room. An annoying sister. sigh. Well, I maintain my act, and show no emotion. Instead I look forward, onto my plate. The meat on my plate smells like venison.


    I take the knife with my right hand, and the fork with my left. I cut into the meat.


    7 year old sister: "Your supposed to cut with your left hand and use the fork with your right."


    I ignore her and continue eating the venison. The meat tasted quite bland.


    When I finished the food upon my plate, I stood up and prepared to leave again. Out of this cursed room.


    Pervert King: "Did you like it Eris? Beastkin does taste the best after all."


    eh?


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 The only way (chapter 6) [improved ending]

    I froze as soon as the king said those words. That venison was beastkin flesh? how odd.


    I remember looking up the flavor of human flesh, where I found a cannibal claim that it tastes similar to venison. Cytaari have beliefs that are very different from normal human ethics. We don''t consider cannibalism bad or good. But our small group often depicts cannibalism in our literature, back on Earth. That reminds me, I should really copy our holy book down before I forget too much of what is said within it.


    I glance back at the people who dined at the table. My sister, whom I sat next to during dinner is frozen with her mouth gaping at the meat the remains on her plate. I glace at the rest of my ''family'' and I can tell that most have similar reactions. My eldest brother, a person who looks like a big, fat, ripe tomato due to his red tinged skin and round body, holds his right hand over his mouth. It doesn''t take long for him to proceed to vomit onto his dinner plate.


    A sly smile appears on my face, against my will. AHAH, these weak humans are now in a state that fits them better, shocked by their own filth. tch, I calm my smile and inner thoughts.


    I walk up to the door where I entered, and the guards remain still. I take one step out of the room, and my ''lovely'' maid comes out and forcefully grabs my hand.


    Shaking my hand easily from her grip, I turn to her. Her face shows a rare scowl. I notice her normally relaxed eyes, narrowed and venomous.


    Personal Maid of MC: "You cannot just walk away from his Majesty, the king! Go back to him, and beg for forgiveness or I''ll lock you up in your room and throw the key away!"


    Shocked by her unusual behavior, my eyes widen ever so slightly.


    Steeling my resolve, I continue my walk out of the dinning room. With a fast gait, I walk down the previously unknown walkways. The guards at my heels. My magic is boiling over and I''m sure they felt it, thus their distance from myself.


    With my anger threatening to overwhelm me, I sprint the last stretch into my chambers. Slamming the door behind me, I Yell out a scream that could horrify the worst of demons.


    Jaken/Eris: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I pause for a moment until something dawns on me. "AHAHAHAHAHA!"


    This is the first time I have made a sound with these vocal cords since my rebirth. Even my half-brother has never heard my voice, since I used my magic to directly command my half-brother to leave and gather strength.


    After yelling for a good 3 minutes, I fall to my knees. After I calm my emotions, I relax my body once again. Following this, my magic recedes back into my body. Whenever my emotions become too powerful my magic releases by itself, though I must admit my power does appear to increase when I give into my emotions.


    I shake my head slowly, this is enough. If the entirety of the world wants me to have such a horrible time, then I will bring a reckoning onto the my "father''s" kingdom. Let him be the last of his name.


    AAAAHHHH! I''ll kill them all! I cannot stand it anymore. I''m leaving this place, I cannot handle the corruption of this building. It runs so deep within even the foundation that it could be considered an avatar of filth and rot.


    I rise to my feet. There are things I must do to prepare my escape, but first....


    I quickly shed my mini-skirt from my body. There should be enough material from my bed-wear for silk pants, though slik would not be my material of choice for pants. I don''t have many options.


    I quickly corrode the bed-wear into a pair of silk pants that just barely reach the knees.


    It is time.


    I turn to the window in my room, and walk quietly to the bars that prevent me from passing it.


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    I''ve tried to break through these steel bars before with my magic, but I did not succeed. My magic was not strong enough then, but perhaps it will me now. Emotion will drive me from this place.


    I firmly grasp each bar, and I pore 95% of my magic into the bars. For minutes the battle between the iron bars and me raged on until, they turned to ash all at once. There was no noise or gradual weakening of the bars, they just suddenly gave way.


    With heavy breaths I sit down, back against the wall with the window. I stare at the ash on each of my hands. white as chalk, it glows with a holy light. I will leave the ash here, it will be a gift from this demi-god.


    Rested well, I climb to my feet. Half of my magic will be sufficient for the rest of my escape. I lift myself up onto the window-ceil. looking down to the ground, I sense a strange sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu. I proceed to shimmy down using the cracks and foot-holds along the wall.


    Reaching the bottom of the wall, there is a heavy decline of soil that ends about 15 meters away from the base of the castle.


    Something that I didn''t notice before about the castle-town is that it doesn''t have inner walls, but a seemingly bottomless pit 100 meters away from the walls I am at now. I''m sure I''ll learn how to get past after I get there.


    Sprinting towards the edge of the cut in the earth, I notice too late that guards have already noticed me and are pursuing. Heh, only one way to stop them forever would be my death, I''m sure.


    reaching the edge of the cliff, I stop. skidding to the edge.


    turning my back to the cliff, I stare into the guard captain''s eyes as he approaches.


    He is nearly 2 meters tall. He wears steel plate armour over his chest and legs, with a steel helm that covers the face. He has cloth over said his armour depicting a black snake coiled around a vertical tree. Must be our coat of arms.


    He continues to walk forward each step bringing him closer.


    Jaken: "Stop!"


    He freezes at my command. If the ''silent princess'', as I''m called by the maids and guards, orders you then you stop. Though I''m sure he stopped more from shock that I actually spoke.


    Sir Perit: "Princess Eris, I leader of the king''s body guard sir Perit am ordered to bring you to the king. Cease this foolishness. There is nowhere to go. Come back with me. I''m sure your father is very worried about you.


    I smile broadly at this. How I waited for for my moment of escape, And here my father comes to give me a nice little human to play with.


    Jaken: "Oh, but sir Perit, Why should I go back to the castle when there is a perfectly good cliff that is beckoning my arrival. Do you hear them? They want me, they are waiting."


    Sir Perit: "Don''t be selfish, come back home where you belong." He took a step forward, the grass bending in this giants wake, but I don''t bend.


    Shaking my head, I begin to laugh.


    Jaken: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, How I''ve awaited this day! Sorry Perit, but I must heed their call. Don''t worry, these nightmares can be befriended." pausing for effect, my grin deepened, "Trust me."


    I turn around again and Jump off the cliff.


    Today, it will be known that the princess was possessed by a demon. And forced her down into its lair in the cracks of hell itself.


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    My next chapter will either be a POV of the king(all interactions); POV of the maid; or a POV of one  of the siblings.


    I may go back to my previous chapters and edit them as well since there is an obvious rise in quality compared to some of my previous chapters.


    She''s not dead, spoiler.

 chapter 7

    Author''s note: sorry that it took so long to finish this chapter. I was going to make this longer and just do his entire POV in chapter 7. I decided to end the wait by just breaking it up into two chapters.


    P.S. I don''t think I will do different POV''s since trying to make another personality is hard, its easier since I have something to base Jaken on.


    If anyone knows the degree at which I can go explicitly in things, let me know. Is there a limit, or a link where they talk about this?


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    POV: Sir Perit


    I stand guard outside the dinning hall of the king. As the most elite knight of the kingdom, I was made bodyguard of the king in his youth. Back when he was a summoned hero, and not a king. I swore an oath to him expecting to follow him into battle, and fight back the beastkin into the southern forests. Instead he ran away and easily took this island nation for his own. He had vast power and magic gifted to him by Tarterious, god of magic when he was summoned here from another world. He overpowered their entire army single-handedly. He then settled down on this island, enslaved all the females of the royal family and turned them into slave-wives.


    tightening the grip of my hands, I stare into the wall across from me. How the hero has fallen, none of his children are worthy of even the dung along the road. All of his sons are stupid and fat, and the daughters don''t have a thought in their head. My wife is one of the king''s daughters given to me to buy my loyalty, but she is as bad as the others. Slow and stupid, though I would never say that to anyone''s face.


    Today is a special day. It is the fourth birthday of the king''s youngest daughter. For reasons even I don''t know, the king commanded her to be locked away inside her chambers. This command came shortly after one of the king''s slave-wife gouged out her new born''s left eye. The slave-wife was obviously locked away in a tower due to her madness that would not leave her.


    After this day, the newborn never yelled, nor cried again. She was given the title ''princess of silence'' by the maid to attended her.


    This would be her first day that she sees her father, her brothers and her sisters.


    My grim thoughts stop once I hear the heavy foot steps of several guards hit the hard stone floor. Moments later, eight guards escorting the princess of silence arrives. She walks solemnly in the middle of the formation.


    I am stunned at the sight of her. Princess Eris''s hair is black as coal and reaches her waist. Hair covers the left side of her face, to hide her missing left eye I''m sure. Her remaining eye is of a rare silver not seen within the royal family, or outside on the streets for that matter.


    She wears a shirt that matches her hair colour, and a black skirt that ends 10 centimeters above her knees.


    I would have thought that she was trained to be a seductress, if not for her emotionless face. A face that would surely be sexy if she just smiled. sigh. She is just four years old though, she won''t be pleasing her husband yet. She has to wait until she''s at least eight. When her husband is ravaging her, her face will surely bend to pleasure, like all women. Whores once in bed.


    As the eight guards that march around Eris approach, Me and one other guard open the door to the dining hall. Thanks to my large build I am able to move this large door easily. I set my spear against the wall, and whilst I open the door I glance through the slit in my helm to notice princess Eris''s one remaining eye. While it shines brightly, I don''t see her paying attention to anything other than the door. No, its as if she looks past the door and already sees her fat father. No, further than that, its as if she sees past even this world. What am I saying, she is merely a stupid B****h like all women.


    The world is still, and its as if Eris is the center of it. Her presence is so distracting that I barely notice my P***s press into my heavy pants.


    Lost in the world that is my mind, I didn''t notice that she is already approaching the king. She does not glace around, but approaches with a steady gait. The only sound is the clicks that come from her shoes when they hit the stone floor.


    She stops a little away from her father, and even from here I can see the lust that eludes from him. Unlike me who is attracted to her temperament, I''m sure her father likes her because she''s a ''loli''. Well that''s what he calls little girls that he eventually has sex with.


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    well, back to the present. It seems that she has been dismissed. She turns around from her father and walks off, but the king makes sure to show what he considers his by slapping her ass.


    Her movements pause from this. She stands still, and I almost expect her to react like any normal girl by at yelping. No, she stands there. As someone who trained in martial arts, I could sense something brewing underneath her skin. Something evil and terrifying. But then it ends, as if it was never there.


    Naturally, the king whose combat senses died long ago does not notice this.


    Pervert king: "Do you want another? GO!"


    As the last word fell from his majesty''s mouth, the utter danger that I felt before faded into nothing. As if nothing was there. ugh, perhaps I''m just tired from last night. Brothels have raised in quality in the city ever since his majesty took over.


    Eris walks back around the tables and sits next to my wife. As soon as Eris sits she proceeds to eat with little regard to manners. I suppose she was never taught how to eat with proper manners. My wife continues to ramble on and on, questions that I''m sure even the most isolated maid could answer. She is stupid like the rest of her elder sisters.


    yawn, ah I can''t keep my eyes open. I was busy f*****ng my wife this morning. How does she even stay upright with all I''ve done to her? Is her stamina endless. tch.


    I''ll just rest my eyes eyes for a moments. As I close my eyes, the world seems to freeze. All beware of my skills to sleep upright!


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    Hearing a commotion in the dinning room I see several of the daughters and son''s of the king reacting badly. Even the eldest son is vomiting. Well, I suppose if he purges more he may be less fat. But still, why is everyone reacting like this.


    Scanning the room for answers, my eyes stop on Princess Eris. I don''t have an opportunity to stop her from leaving the room when her personal maid grabs her hand. Eris easily removes the maids hands from her, to my surprise. Eris''s personal maid was taught by the kings and the kings men to by firm, in more ways than one. Eheh. I wonder how a four years old girl was able to overpower a maid. luck I guess?


    personal maid of MC: "You cannot just walk away from his Majesty, the king! Go back to him, and beg for forgiveness or I''ll lock you up in your room and throw the key away!" Her words are venomous and sharp. I don''t socialize with the castle staff, but this maid is an exception. Her name is Laura, and she is the head-maid. When I met her, she was in the middle of flogging one of the princesses who insulted the king. That princess was never seen again.


    Eris''s face remains stoic, but is betrayed by her eyes widening. This is the first time I''ve seen her show emotion. How I wish to see her face contort in pain.


    Eris walks past Laura as if she didn''t exist. Oi, you know she really will lock you in that room forever you know? Her gait is fast, and she soon disappears from my sight. I see several guards following her back to her chambers.


    So this is how the story of the legendary silent princess ends, eh? I''m sure she will be severely punished by the king, and perhaps never seen again.


    I glance back into the dinning room to see that most of the princes and princesses calmed down. The king wears a disgusting vulgar smile that stretches ear to ear. I''m sure he''s thinking of what he will do to Eris after he gets around to it.


    My wife stands from her seat, stirring the calming room. She proceeds to walk to the king. I''m stunned when she kneels down in front of the king, worried for my dear c*** b*****t, I strain my ears and barely make her words.


    Eight year old wife of Perit: "Please forgive Princess Eris, I''m sure she...."


    Demon: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Everything within the castle shakes  as the cry of a demon echos from the castle. The screams themselves force me to kneel on one leg. Vision dims all around me, but I maintain my awareness.


    Sprinting into the dinning room I glance over the collapsed bodies of the princes and princesses. The king alone sits in his chair, unaffected by the demon''s roar.


    Sir Perit: "My king, a demon has surely invaded the castle! I will gather men to extinguish it!" The king reaches his hand for my chest, but I quickly sprint around the table for the heavy doors.


    Finally, a chance to live how I wanted! Fighting!

 chapter 8

    I have been listening to Seether''s Six Gun quota


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    POV: Perit


    I dash through the two opened doors, and skid to a stop. Turning left I sprint towards where the screams came from. A path, that is all I see. I path to quench my thirst for blood that I have bottled up for so long.


    Sprinting through the hallways, I hear the familiar tapping of metal against stone. slowing my gait I turn my gaze to behind me. Several guards are following my trail. I silently turn my gaze ahead of me and I begin to sprint once again.


    nearing the origin of the screams I turn the last corner, but I skid to a abrupt halt. The walls, ceiling, and floor are encrusted in a thick layer of ice. on top of all the ice is a thin layer of frost making the ice impossible to see through. moving my gaze further down the hall I find a heavy wooden door sealed shut with four pillars of ice.


    Sir Perit: "magic."


    The only creatures capable of using magic would be the summoned hero''s or demons. I''m sure now, there is a demon on the other side of that door.


    Stomping along the ice, I bend my knees to allow me to better balance along the unsteady flooring. As I get closer to the door, the feeling of residual emotion lingers.


    I''ve felt this before in the king''s first fight long ago. Later he told me that when he felt angry his magic was released faster and more intense, than when he was cold hearted. Magic is dangerous, a stray thought can kill hundreds at a time. When he was first summoned in the empire, he blew up a slave auction whist in progress. Slavery was illegal in his previous world, and he saw it immoral. The one good thing about my king is that he is adaptable, in a week he was OK with the concept and even bought his first sex-slave. In hind-sight I should have considered that he would turn lecherous in time.


    Stepping close to the pillars of ice, I hesitantly stop. Curiosity getting the better of me, I reach my right hand over to one of the ice pillars and I rub off the frost. With the first swipe of my hand I could at first tell that something was inside, at the eighth rub of the palm of my gloved hand I see Laura. She wore her black maid uniform with a face forever frozen into a state of confusion.


    Laura is always with princess Eris, that means that Eris was here when the demon came. Turning my head quickly I search the  other pillars for the body of Eris. Rubbing the first ice pillar I find a guard that wore steel banded  armor who wielded a steel cross spear, the standard uniform of the armed guards of the kings castle.


    Eris is not here! Quickly, I turn my head towards the wooden door encased in ice. This magic suggests that there is a dangerous force that has been here.


    Has Princess Eris been kidnapped! throwing my cross spear behind me, I draw my sword. A shine ignites the hallway, this light comes from my long sword. This Damascus steel sword is an heirloom in my family. centuries ago, during the dark ages the method to forge Damascus steel was lost. A baron ancestor of mine discovered the sword and is now passed through our line of succession. Even when we lost our barony we kept this sword. Now I hold it, infused with the magic gifted to me by the king himself before his fall into debauchery.


    raising the blade into a stance I unleash the strength hidden underneath the surface of the metal in an explosive diagonal strike. Softly, and without sound, the door is bisected in two. glimpsing into the room, I see that it is vacant of all life. The shine of the moon illuminates the room, the blue shine from the moon mixes with the violent red light of the sword.


    twisting my right foot in the ice, I raise my left leg and kick the lower half of the door that was upright. The door flew into the room and hit the bed, breaking it into a heap of fabric and wood.


    On the other side of the door the ice stops. I expected the ice to encroach into the room, yet the inside is clear. With the exception of the destroyed bed of course.


    I regain my stance with the sword. I hesitate for a moment. I move forward into the room, concentrating for any movement that may alert me of a presence. Detecting no presence in the room, I glance around the room for some clue of what happened.


    I see rags of silk and torn sleep wear laying on the ground. Why is this garment ripped?


    Ah, this is not important right now! Where is Princess Eris?


    Raising my eyes I see the widow, the full moon is shining brilliantly. But what truly draws my attention is the powder like stuff on the floor next to the window.


    Steadily I walk towards the window. I reach down and carefully look at the strange substance. Looking closer I can see a light without color being emitted from within. Strange indeed, looking into the light I cannot comprehend what I see. A light without color, my mind cannot understand what my eyes see. Barely, just barely I can see within the light. Chills run down my spine as its true nature is revealed. This is not light, but physical hatred. Hate so deep that it spawns the emotion itself into the world.


    *drip* *drip*


    A faint sound echos beneath me.


    My tensed body spins to deal with the intruder only to see the mirror that was gifted to Eris for her fourth birthday. Dreading what is beneath, I remove my helm. Expecting to see my brown hair and green eyes. What I see before me though is a person with skin, and hair white as chalk. My previously green eyes are now blood red, blood fall from of my eyes and nose.


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    I have been cursed! My god. Revenge! I can only hope for revenge, but first. I don my helm once again, I must hide my features in the future.


    hair white as chalk and eyes red as blood is the brand of the curse. The god of Justice told all humans during the beginning of the world that those born with red eyes and white hair are those branded with the sign that they will grow up to do evil things in the future. For this reason, all people born with the curse are given the church where they are tortured until the age of 10. When they become ten they are put into a metal cage and lowered into a powerful chemical derived from basilisks, this process turns them into stone. Their bodies of stone are then often sold to nobles for their halls.


    With my helm over my head, I jump to my feet and look through the window to find my target. Ah, I found her. Looking below, I find Eris at the bottom of the tower. How did she get down there? Gah, doesn''t matter. I''ll retrieve her!


    Rushing out of the room, I almost hesitate when I find that the ice outside the room is now gone without a trace. The bodies that were encased in ice are also gone along with their armor and clothes.


    I ignore this mystery, I''ll learn the truth later after I retrieve Eris. The fastest way out would be through the back gates, so naturally I run through the castle''s maze of familiar corridors.


    With the only sound being my own breath along with the several footsteps my mind drifted. Wait several? Even I''m not sure why, but as it turns out people follow me whenever I run somewhere. Its really weird. I am the caption of the guard, so I guess its not too weird.


    Sprinting with my powerful legs, I outran everyone that followed me. Shoving the last door open, I see that the gate is lowered and is letting a carriage into the castle.


    Sir Perit: "Out of the way!"


    Commanding the the carriage to move out of the way. Ironically my yelling caused these stupid horses that pulled the carriage to stop their approach. Ah f**k them. They are blocking the gate exit.


    Once I am 4 meters away from the carriage, I jump. I wasn''t sure how I had the power to jump 4 meters into the air to get onto the carriage, I just knew that I could. Power pulses through my veins.


    I run along the top of the carriage. Without looking I can tell that the garrison is shocked by my display of power. The carriage is only 3 meters long, so it didn''t take long for me to get to the back end of the carriage. Dropping from the carriage, my feet touch the dirt road. I see Eris off in the distance, she is running towards the cliffs that surround parts of the castles perimeter.


    With a steady breath I sprint the final stretch. I see her stop once she reached the edge of the cliff. The idiot did not know of this? A girl being ignorant of something, why am I not surprised?


    I stop sprinting. I''ll walk the rest of the distance, because I don''t want to spook the half-wit into falling. As soon as I''m about 7 meters away from her, she takes one step back.


    Princess Eris: "Stop!"


    I freeze. Her voice is like that of an angel. The beauty of the voice made my now exhausted muscles relax and heal. Who knew that the Princess of Silence had such a voice, tch such a waste. wait a minute I didn''t think of this before, but how did she even get here, she is only four years old? How did she scale that tower, with such weak arms that couldn''t lift five pounds let alone her weight.


    Doesn''t matter, I guess I''ll make a little lie to guilt her into coming back. This should work considering how innocent I''m sure she is.


    Sir Perit: "Princess Eris, I leader of the king''s body guard sir Perit am ordered to bring you to the king. Cease this foolishness. There is nowhere to go. Come back with me. I''m sure your father is very worried about you.


    On her stoic face that hid all emotion, I saw no restraint. Her face had a beautiful smile that combined with her face that is surely lewd. Her lips beg to be kissed and hips that are asking to be ravaged


    Licking my lips a lewd face naturally blossoms onto my face. I wonder if I could manage to get the king to gift me another one of his daughters. Hehehe.


    Jaken: "Oh, but sir Perit, Why should I go back to the castle when there is a perfectly good cliff that is beckoning my arrival. Do you hear them? They want me, they are waiting."


    Aw, shit. If I didn''t know better I would say that she is simply insane, but from the magic I''ve seen I give this more credit that just simple insanity. Eris has been possessed. Come back with me, fight it. I''m sure you want to be in my bed.


    Sir Perit: "Don''t be selfish, come back home where you belong." I take a step forward, panic that the demon will force her off setting in.


    She responds to my panic by shaking her soft, cute head. Her black hair shifting in the wind. Just for a moment, I saw the left side of her face. I am stunned, how drastic can ones beauty be changed by a simple scar.


    Jaken: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, How I''ve awaited this day! Sorry Perit, but I must heed their call. Don''t worry, these nightmares can be befriended." She pauses for a moment, and her now terrifying grin deepened, "Trust me."


    Letting herself fall into the blackness below she disappeared.


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    Hello, author here. I feel like all my antogonists are very generic and black and white. Does anyone have advice for a new author. I am willing to take any criticism