Capítulo 225: 25. Poison.
In this vast, unnamed ship that voyaged across the globe, making stops at various harbors to embark and disembark passengers, a wide array of creatures and objects were housed solely for the entertainment of the wealthy and wicked individuals who boarded the ship at certain points. It was no small expense to obtain a ticket for this indulgent and sinful cruise.
The ship was teeming with activity. There were a variety of females, drugged and enslaved, their minds manipulated for sexual servitude. To put it bluntly, they were treated as mere objects, chosen solely for their attractiveness, mindless and eager to please, and willing to engage in any sexual act desired. They spread their legs and sucked any and all cock that were demanded from them. They were essentially used and abused, regarded as mere receptacles.
In addition, there were high-stakes poker tables where enormous sums of money or other valuables would change hands, even using humans or other individuals as gambling stakes. The lives of these people meant very little to those who used them as currency. The passengers on this ship were hedonistic and self-centered, treating the lives of others as pawns in their games of power and influence.
Luxurious meals, tailored to their specific requests made when they purchased their tickets months in advance, were served with the finest wines or any other desired beverage, be it the blood of a virgin or a strong alcoholic drink. Anything was acceptable, as customer satisfaction was of utmost importance to those who orchestrated this entire affair.
As for additional entertainment, there was a fight club or arena where various creatures were pitted against each other until death, with eager betting taking place continuously. The lives, battles, and deaths of these creatures were nothing more than a source of amusement for those who had gained entry.
Obtaining a ticket for this voyage of sin was not easy or inexpensive. It required knowing specific individuals, and even then, as these cruises were infrequent, there was a lengthy waiting list. Despite the capacity of the ship to hold thousands, the demand always exceeded the available spots. The world was not a kind place, always harboring individuals without morals or concern for the lives of others.
It was time for Fight Club, and deep within the ship, an amphitheater had been built. Rows of seats awaited those eager to witness the modern-day gladiators' fights, where someone's life was on the line. Greedy bettors roamed the rows, only given basic information about the fighters. The owner, an old enemy of the pack, called Horatio, who orchestrated this cruise for profit, purposely withheld details to ensure surprises in the first fight.
The fighting area was a massive cage made of strong mesh, keeping the fighters from attacking the audience. Prior to the fights, the fighters were pushed to their limits to ensure their focus was solely on killing. The battles were typically gory and lacked reason as the combatants tore each other apart like wild animals. Sometimes both fighters perished, but usually, one survived and continued fighting until dawn or their own demise.
Dark elves, black wizards, and witches had crafted numerous spells on the ship. No one would have a chance of escaping. There were no assigned seats for the audience; each guest had to find a spot to perch and watch, adding to the authenticity. Even the owner's seat lacked luxury, as he preferred to be up close, keeping an eye on promising fighters.
Not all audience members were males; females were present as well. Occasionally, a fighter caught their attention, and they might request that the fighter be spared and sent to them. These females could be just as cruel and ruthless, having certain male specimens drugged and prepared to serve them. Female fighters, on the other hand, rarely attracted attention as they were seen as fighters rather than sex slaves. The affluent clients preferred their "playthings" to be compliant and easy, without the need for resistance or retaliation.
It was time for the reigning champion to once again showcase his might. He was a demon from another realm, typically nasty, but they had given him a few compounds that boosted his rage to such an extent that he would tear apart anyone who dared to attack him. Not even the black elf could defeat him.
The owner was smug, unsure if this would be a truly spectacular event. However, he had acquired a creature even more dangerous than this hulking monster, and she was absolutely perfect. It would be her first fight, and based on the pictures and physical descriptions, her small stature, slight weight, and unassuming appearance had caused everyone to underestimate her. Even the fact that she was a hybrid, a vampire and shifter, an alpha shifter, and a vampire, did not impress many.
The owner could hear many people betting on the demon, some with significant sums of money. He intentionally raised the odds to make people believe they would have a good payday, resulting in few caring to bet on her. It seemed clear to everyone what would happen. However, the owner did not reveal too much about her. He wanted them to think it was all luck, that not many would be impressed by her.
But he suspected that by dawn, everything would change, and the real fun would begin. For an additional payment, clients could request specific actions to be taken against the fighters. They might have some compounds or drugs they wanted to be used on her. The owner was confident that after this night, those additional payments would come pouring in, along with various requests. It was especially amusing because she was immortal and unable to die, at least not in the true sense.
Her fury was something else. Just in case anyone recognized her by her long red hair, the owner had ordered it to be cut short and dyed blonde, making her already fairy-like face appear even more childlike. And her fighting attire, a loose t-shirt, and pants that hung on her. Oh, it would be absolutely perfect.
He felt a sense of satisfaction from the manipulation he was engaging in. Once she was released, her pack would have to take care of her, although he had captured the entire pack of around 30 individuals, each with their own issues. Not everyone would spend as much time as this one in his custody.
His so-called brother, Wulfe, was currently in another realm fighting and would likely come out injured. Despite this, he still felt anger towards Wulfe for turning him into a rat. Thankfully, he managed to save himself by contacting one of his associates who enlisted the help of a few black wizards to reverse the transformation. It took a long and slow process of 30 years for him to morph back into his human form, but he still retained some rat-like instincts.
He had been trapped between being a rat and a human for so long, but his patience paid off, and now it was the perfect time to strike. He had gathered other enemies of the pack and even managed to free a few demons from hell to join his cause. There were others also going after the pack. As for the rest of the pack, he found suitable places within his network where they could be used, and his associates, enemies of the pack, would get the revenge they desired.
His fight clubs now had new attractive fighters, with females in the audience. In case of injuries, there were caring women ready to assist them, and who knows, maybe new relationships would form. He also used the skills of wizards, who had their own enemies and could showcase their capabilities as fighters. This would bring him a substantial amount of money. Although no one in the pack was suitable for servitude, they were more than capable as fighters.
He desired more money and power, and had learned to align himself with enemies of those who held grudges against the pack. It was no longer just him, but a group of enemies and individuals with grievances against the pack. There were plenty of them. He hadn't reached out to any medical companies yet, even though he knew they also had enemies in the pack. It wasn't the right time for that yet, besides; they weren't the clientele he sought after.
Of course, he had to uphold his reputation, which had taken quite an effort to regain after his time as the rat. He had successfully built his empire and ensured his ships were sailing again, and now he was on a pretty good roll. Soon, very soon, the real fun would begin.
In about 6 to 8 weeks, when he acquired this wildcat, his reputation would receive a boost and he would earn a significant amount of money. This would enable him to move forward, invest in new frontiers, and enhance his other fight clubs. Of course, it would all come to an end when the money dried up and her reputation became too well-known, resulting in a decline in betting. That would be the time to set her free.
As for her alliance with Wulfe, he had heard they were very close. Oh, that wretched pseudo-brother of his would have to witness the consequences of what he had done to his friend. It would serve as a message, a warning, a little payback, and a reminder that he was still out there, ready to do it all again. Perhaps next time, he might reach out and ask if those medical companies would want to visit his ship to see this or let them have her after she had spent some time on the ship. But not yet. She was his message and his revenge. Oh, it could be so satisfying.
He also had quite a collection of supernatural brothels out there, and his clients were more than satisfied. However, it all required money, and here he was, making some and having fun while getting back at his so-called brother. Wulfe was not his biological brother, but rather the one who had once saved him and took him in as his brother to protect and keep him safe. But there wasn't much of a connection anymore, not after he pulled that wretched rat stunt on him.
The arena around him emitted the scent of death, money, desperation, sin, corruption, and pain. Those smells were something he didn't mind; they all represented power to him, his power over others, his might. It was an atmosphere he had grown accustomed to.
He was far from handsome, with his greasy brown hair hanging limply from his head, emitting a faint smell of stale sweat. His small, beady eyes squinted frequently, making him appear suspicious and untrustworthy. His yellowed teeth, resembling those of a rat, glistened under the dim lighting. His weak jaw struggled to contain his deranged smile, revealing gums, and his hot breath had an unpleasant odor. He had a habit of constantly licking his lips, like a lizard tasting the air for prey.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, despite the coolness of the arena, creating a sheen that accentuated his discomfort. His ill-fitting but expensive suit clung to his swollen, overweight body, emanating an aura of soullessness, greed, and corruption. It was palpable, like a foul stench that lingered in the air. His presence was intimidating, and it was nearly impossible to impress him or elicit any genuine reaction.
His interest in sex had long since waned, perhaps because of his impotence, and the only thing that aroused him was the scent of a female rat in the heat. His advisors had desperately attempted various spells to rid him of this rat-like quality, but all had failed, leaving him trapped in his repulsive nature.
As he sat on the hard wooden bench, he absentmindedly pulled out a thick, expensive cigar from his pocket, preparing to light it and enjoy his evening. He overheard someone betting $15,000 on behalf of a demon, knowing that this money would soon find its way into his own pockets. The lights in the arena flickered, signaling the start of the fight.
The bettors' excited exclamations filled the air as they made last-minute wagers, hoping to strike it rich. His bettors knew exactly how to entice his wealthy clients into this game. Horatio leaned back slightly, lit his cigar, and took a long drag. The Demon entered the area. It was showtime.
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