In the slave pens beneath the city, the reverberating sounds of the impending storm above brought dust down upon the heads of the slaves who sat huddled together like livestock, left to die by their captors. Only two guards remained, both stood arguing; no doubt over whether or not they should still be there. Their argument soon came to an end, as they noticed two humans standing tall among the rest.
"Getting bold aren't you, filth?" one spat, leaning in toward the bars of the pen door.
"Shall we teach you a lesson, I wonder?" Chimed the other, a twisted smile upon his face.
The pair of humans were silent. One, a tall, muscled man with long brown hair that currently covered most of his face, turned to his companion, a pale but beautiful young woman, whispering something.
"What was that? What did you say, scum?" The first Vong snarled, grabbing the bars in frustration.
The man smiled, flicking the hair from in front of his face, revealing eyes blacker than the Void.
"I said... 'Watch and learn..."
As the Sith raised his hand with a twisting gesture, the durasteel bars that made up the cell door sprang from their housing with a groan and a clang, wrapping themselves around the Vong's hands and face. Terror flashed across the guards eyes as the bars began to vibrate, faster and faster until they were glowing red, scorching his flesh but failing to stifle the screams that escaped his throat. After a few seconds, the now molten metal began to move, forcing it's way down the throat of the creature, finally silencing him as he collapsed to the floor.
The second Vong tried to flee, but was smashed against the wall by the male Sith, who had tackled him with Force enhanced speed. Thumbs were pressed deep into the eye sockets, the creature's cries echoing through the pens. The slaves had begun to stand now, stepping forward to witness the fury of this man who had come to free them. After a sickening crack that signaled another life extinguished, the Sith stood and faced the crowd.
"My name is Cat Van-Derveld. I am a Disciple of the Moross Crusade, servant to the Aesir, Erebos the Devourer, he who brings cataclysm and change to worlds. I am here to begin such change, in his name. Take up your tools, take up any weapons you can find. They who took your planet from you cower above in the wake of the storm that the Crusade brings. The Devourer wants the souls of the creatures who tried to destroy you. Give them to him and you shall have your freedom... What say you?"
There was silence for a few moments. These broken men and women had suffered much, it was plain to see. Their bodies and spirits had withered, but something else had grown within them. Anger and rage had begun to fester, waiting to be released. Now that release had arrived. One by one, the slaves knelt before their liberator, only for him to shake his head.
"Do not kneel to me, my brothers and sisters, I am not worthy of your worship. Go. Earn your freedom. May Erebos watch over you as you take your revenge."
Casting a glance through the now surging crowd that flooded from the pens, releasing their brethren as they went, Cat's gaze found the unmoving form of his companion, apprentice and mate, Auswyn. The darkness was flowing strongly within her as her black eyes caught his own.
It begins, little one... The Reaping of Aurum begins...
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