章節 3: Living Hell

"So let's start with your hair and eyes" as she hugged Ryan running her fingers through his hair."So, first things first Keith isn't your father and your actual father is from a decently powerful family but instead of being here with us he had to sacrifice himself so they wouldn't kill us.Now the next thing I need to say is that Keith might have found this out when you were unconscious. So before you unlock your bloodline you must endure because there is a chance your father might come to get us. So next things that we must get into is before he left there he gave me a storage ring for you once you unlock your bloodline," Said Amy as she looked at Ryan with warmth and love as she handed over the ring.

"Mother I will push myself as much as possible to make sure you are protected and are happy" stated Ryan as he burrowed into his mother's embrace.

*2 Years later*

At the start everything was pleasant for the first month of this passing two years but then things started to spiral out of control as things developed. Amy would reassure him to urge him to feel better and would advise him to get stronger to protect her and himself.

This as his goal made him grow stronger in his conviction to go further and he keeps going as something might go astray otherwise. His mother would tell him about his father and compare Ryan's look to his, but Ryan was hopeful that his father would come to save his mother.

This ambition wouldn't come to pass as time went on instead what came next was for him cause a shift in his belief for his father. Ryan had to endure constant abuse under the context of training and bullying of other people in the house. He purposely took this abuse to save his mother from any of it so beatings every day from the older daughters of the house, instructors, guards, and even the servants. They would call him a bastard, and he didn't care as it didn't affect him as long as his mother wasn't touched.

He knew that Keith was making everybody work to make his life a living hell by doing this but to make matters worse he would increase training by double it and punish him for not completing it on time.There would be time when Ryan considers if he should run away or kill others to make them shut up but his mother's smile kept him going.

It got to the point of Ryan's body being riddled with scars from over the years from torture that they considered punishment and his mental state that was all based on as long as his mother was okay.His body became extremely develop even though he was only five but Ryan knew that the better his body looked then the worse the conditions.

Ryan at the time would hear a voice or two but considered nothing of it as he was certain it was people trying to get inside his head a mess with him to make a crack appear. At times these voices could be heard clearly informing him to get rid of problems but he didn't want to fathom what they meant.

Over a course of two years but Ryan didn't care what happened as his mother wasn't harmed in anyway so his well being didn't matter to him in the grand scheme of things.He would get perplexed at times on why things had to be this way instead of his presumed father that existed somewhere and why he hadn't came yet.

Times when Ryan returned to his mother's room she wouldn't be there but he would get home at night routinely causing him to be exhausted. As they manipulated him as a slave plus, the food would barely suffice for him and his mother but they had to make do.

Ryan at times would wake up to his mother crying and these days were the worse so he would console her to make her feel better. These days would end up being more bleak and dreary, but he would struggle on as he didn't want his mother to be even sadder.

*A week ago*

The daughters of this house decided instead of training with the servants and guards he would represents a dummy for her to train with. They would love thrashing him until he bleeds or can't stand anymore but since he didn't make a sound they would get bored pretty fast.

As Ryan was gathering himself up to head home when he witnesses Keith looking at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Bastard, how were my daughters, I have heard they have been getting better and better at swordplay," laughed Keith as Ryan's wounds caused him to feel delight.

"Oh those girls hit as hard as I expected them to so I'm not worried about this type of training in the future. If anything they were itching a scratch on my back that I couldn't reach, for that I should thank them," mock Ryan as this came to remain an ordinary thing between Ryan and Keith as they wanted to one up each other.

"Oh don't worry I will notify them that you thank them so they will come by more often to support you with that.I must say nevertheless keep things dear to you close and don't let go, or you might not be able to salvage it," stated Keith as he desired him to give in a little so he could cripple him even more if possible.

*Today*

The youngest daughter got out a wooden sword that were constantly used to start training with him again. It could be merely seen with all the blood stains on it and how dull it has inevitably gotten over time.She sternly told Ryan to turn around and face the battered wall, and when he naturally did he undoubtedly heard a spark which inevitably made him confused.

As he was naturally thinking of turning around, he got promptly hit on the back by the sword that was being channeled by electricity. He smelled burning flesh but he couldn't resolve anything about it as he knew intimately she would launch an fierce assault on his body in a moment.

It required her 30 minutes to run out of energy and feel fatigued but once she did she started to head back to her room to efficiently absorb energy. Ryan felt all his joints in pain with the sudden urge to scratch the burnt skin off but the orb he had gotten two years ago was still healing his body.

Ryan knew it was more appropriate to start heading back to his mother's room to recuperate but on his way there he recognizes people leaving his mother's room. This left him worried with a vulgar taste in his mouth so started to limp faster to her room to check on her.