Kapitel 2: To Be Sold
Joseph awoke from the sound of keys rattling. A cheerful whistling followed, and light from the halls emerged from the darkness. A tall man stood in front of the jail cell.
"You poor thing," the man sighed. "You know, if I had a hundred million gold, I'd buy you. Raise you as my own. You look like a good kid."
"He's not good, and he's not a kid!" another man growled from behind the thin man. This one was muscled, brawns spelled all over his entire being. He growled at Joseph, narrowing his eyes as he glared at the boy. "The Golden Souls are direct descendants from the gods, not created by them."
"But my mother told me that the Golden Souls are created to maintain peace and order amongst humans," the frail man said. "You worry too much about these things, Tony."
"Did you even know what happened when they captured him, Shaw?" Tony stepped back from opening the cell. He glared at the thin man who was now gulping in fear. "Forty people were killed. I was here when they brought him in. His skin was glowing, and his body was nothing like of a human. Do you think he was made from dirt too?"
Shaw shook his head. "I thought he's just a boy. I mean, look at him."
"Look at his eyes!" Tony slammed Shaw's head on the iron bars, the rust staining his face from the force of the push. "Look at how purple they are. That's nothing like a human. They are gods themselves. Some people heard that the Golden Souls were gods that committed crimes in Valhalla, then sent here for penance."
"But they were killed, all of them," Shaw said. "Those poor Nevanciers. They were powerless against the Hysteria."
"The Hysteria are good thing that happened to us," Tony snickered. He opened the cell and stood in front of Joseph. "Now, we know that the gods can be killed."
"That's blasphemous!" Shaw gasped. Tony was about to reach for Joseph's chains when the former covered his mouth. "You cannot speak ill of the gods."
"Oh, what would they do?" Tony laughed. He pulled the chains on Joseph's wrists, pulling the boy toward him. "There's a god right here. Tell me what would they do if I speak ill against them?"
Shaw was silent. He looked down in shame, making Tony laugh. He shoved the other man from him and disconnected the chains from the iron cuffs. "With Hysteria on our side, the gods are dead."
Tony laughed as he dragged Joseph from the room. "Use the lamp. I have to carry this bitch with me."
Shaw was left without any option but to follow. He was sighing as he walked behind Tony, saddened by what the man said. He grew up believing in the kindness of the gods, and such words only hurt him.
"Took you long enough."
The woman in the tight suit spoke, eyes rolling as Tony walked closer to her. He placed Joseph on a chair that had straps placed all over it. They strapped Joseph tightly on the chair, leaving no room for the boy to move.
"Is this enough, Tracey?" Tony asked. "And I'll tell you, weak Tony here was sad after I told him the truth about the gods."
"Whatever, I don't care," Tracey said, checking the papers on her clipboard.
"I'll just go now," Shaw said. "My task was to keep the boy here, so I guess it's time for me to leave. I'll collect the payment later."
"The bidding will start in 15 minutes, you have to get him in place or else the boss will have your head for it," Tracey ordered without acknowledging the man. Shaw sighed and left the building, walking the streets as if nothing happened.
"The bidding will start with the cheapest items first," Tracey said, ushering a woman to walk over. The woman did as was told, pushing a cart in front of her. "Those are the Mondolov Blood, the cheapest item for this bidding. Be careful with those. They might be just blood, but a drop of those can turn a liter of water into crude oil."
The woman nodded. The host called for her, making her paint a smile on her face and push the cart to the center stage where a host was waiting for her.
"The first item that we have is the Mondolov Blood from the Mondolov Clan," the host announced. "We have ten liters of the precious plasma from the vampires of Mantra Mountains. It's precious and starts at three hundred thousand gold!"
The bidding continued for a while until Joseph heard the words that he couldn't bear to hear. His heart dropped, ears ringing as he listened to the host speak.
"Now we have the most precious item of the history of bidding," the host grinned. The black and white checkered mask that covered his eyes could not contain the grin of his lips. "The descendants of the gods themselves, taken from the kingdom of Nevancier when Hysteria destroyed their empire."
Joseph gulped even though he had no saliva to swallow. He could only stare at the lights of the center stage as the host introduced him.
"Let me welcome, the last of the gods, the Golden Child, Prince Joseph IX!" the host yelled, causing an uproar of cheers and applause. Their desire for Joseph reeked the air, and no one was hiding it. They want to lay waste on the boy's body, to satisfy their carnal hunger for his flesh.
He was pushed to the middle of the center stage where all eyes were staring at him. The men and women of the audience did not hold back as their intentions were clear as day.
They wanted to mate him.
"The bidding was supposed to start at ten million gold, but his popularity has reached far and wide. It was more than we expected," the host grinned. "The bidding starts at one hundred million gold. And it starts now."
"One hundred million!"
"One hundred and five million!"
"One hundred and ten million!"
...
"Nine hundred and seventy nine million gold!" Lord Tallbutton yelled, his sweat dripping from his forehead. He was panting after betting every single penny that he had. He had to chase away everyone else by betting a hundred million away from the previous bid.
"And I am right!" the host cheered. "Lord Tallbutton would never let this opportunity get past him. I wasn't allowed to say this, but since it has been here, let me tell you something."
The crowd went silent. Their ears perked, waiting for the words to come out of the host's mouth. They wanted to confirm a suspicion that they all had from the start.
"Prince Joseph..." the host trailed off. "Is an Omega Lontus!"
There was silence before the storm. Cheers erupted from the crowd, their desire burst from their bodies as they yelled for numbers that the host could barely comprehend.
"One billion!"
"One billiln and one hundred million!"
"One billion and two hundred million!"
...
Lord Tallbutton has lost the bid. His last bid was already the price of his entire estate, as well as the money of the people of his domain. Now the bid was at two billion gold, and he has lost everything.
"The current bid is two billion and four hundred million gold," the host said with enthusiasm. It was already the price of a small kingdom, one that could already start to expand. "Do I hear more?"
"Humans really are pathetic." A tall cloaked man stood in the middle of the crowd. Everyone looked at him, eyes glaring when he spoiled the fun. "I'll join you."
The man removed his cloak, causing everyone to gasp as he revealed himself to be a familiar young man with broad shoulders and half armor adorning his body. His hair was pitch black, in contrast to his fair skin. His eyes were dark blue, as if the ocean were sucked into it.
He grinned and raised a sword, one that every one of them recognized. The silver blade with a pair of magical ribbon spiraling around it. The hilt of a lion with its jaws open, signaling superiority over all.
"I have a bid," he grinned. "All your lives will be spared in exchange for that precious boy."
"Hero King Regal!" the host gasped. "Why are you here?! You're already an Alpha Superioris. You don't have to take Joseph to unlock your powers!"
"I don't want to take him," Regal said. "I have to save him."
The doors were closed with a loud bang. Iron spikes erupted from the ground, blocking the access to the exits. A slight hush from the wind and Olivia appeared from nowhere, walking towards the end of the seats.
"Sit or all of you will die," the woman ordered, making everyone obey her. "My king, the crowd has been subdued."
"No!" Tracey yelled. "I could buy a domain with this money. Tony, attack him!"
Tony was hesitant. He took a step back, but the host appeared behind him. He grinned and injected the man with a dark green substance.
"Liquid of Vile," Regal sighed. He raised his sword and dashed toward Tony whose veins were popping from his skin. "You're already dead."
With a single slash of Regal's silver sword, Tony's head was detached from his body. Tracey screamed in fear, but little did she know, her veins were starting to pop from her own skin. Regal stabbed her in the chest, silencing the woman as she succumbed to her death.
When Regal pulled his sword back, he whipped it to the side, causing the green blood to be splattered on the floor. "Now, if any one if you dares to defy me, you'll meet the same fate."
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