The Slave

Chapter 11

       If it's me against the world, then I'll be heartless. I try my hardest to make you happy. Can't you see I'm sparkling? If I can't count my days, then I'll count my blessings. But...a life like mine, has no blessings.         *******          In all of Athiss life, he has always been told that beauty is everything. For someone like him, that was made to be a s*x slave. His face was what put food in his stomach and his body was what kept him alive.     Life sucks, you know.   Everything, does sucks.   Have you ever wanted to just, roll over and die? Or just destroy the world along with everything in it, including yourself? Well that was how Athiss felt most of the time. To be honest, being seventeen and already wishing for the end of your existence, was a normal thing for Athiss. Their where moments in his life where he was happy, but those moments where so rare that it became only but a myth.      Athiss stood outside a grand door with Zhail, as they both waited for Athiss name to be called out. Standing in front of the grand door that was made out of pure gold, Athiss felt small and nervous. With the little snacks he had eaten, while he was being dolled up, threatening to showcase it's self in a water fall from. Now that would be, horrifying. No one wanted to see what anybody eat.   Nahhh. They didn't want to see something popping out of someone's mouth, like a pop up book.    Specially not a slaves.     Ewww.     So Athiss pushed down the contents of is his stomach, that crawled out his stomach, back into his stomach. The door open and immediately it did Athiss back snapped right back up straight, like a twig. His expression painting into a light smile and vacant eyes. He walked out with light cat steps, his speed neither fast nor slow. With his head bent down, like a chicken's.      The ballroom was just as grand as the rest of the castle. High ceilings, crystal chandeliers, white walls with gold intricate designs and big enough to fit five hundred people. Well it was just the cliche type of ballroom, with the cliche type of people in them.   Athiss walked to the platform that Lieon and Seth stood on with two thrones at their backs and a plush royal blue pillow that was large enough to comfortably contain one person was on the ground, in between the two thrones. A man stood by Lions said one step below. He was holding a silver tray, with a pepper red pillow on it and a midnight blue crown sat on it, like a strong man sitting on a person's destiny.    As he walked he could feel the eyes of people on him, but his mined was to clouded to play the guessing game of, 'What were they thinking of me'.  He claimed up the stairs, stoping at the fourth step below the two Alpha Kings, then gracefully knelt down on the plush black pillow, with red embroideries that was housed on the second step.     'Easy Athiss. You can do this. What's the worst that could happen? Highest you'll lose your head. Life goes on'. Athiss told himself.      While Athiss was giving himself a pep talk, the ceremony commenced. Words were said, vowels were recited and praises from people were chanted. Athiss felt as the brain freezing crown was placed on his head, then he felt as both of his mates helped him up his knees. And led him to sit on the royal blue plush pillow, that was in between the two thrones. Then both Alpha Kings, sat on their thrones. Ones their botts had kissed the throne, all the people in the room bowed before them chanting, "Long live the Alpha Kings and the Slave Queen."     When everyone had raised their heads and had began to converse with themselves like normal or as normal as a conversation in a ballroom can go. People began to make a line, as they each brought gifts and presented them to their Kings and the new Slave Queen.     From where Athiss was sitting, he could see everyone in the room clearly. He saw a lot of faces, nameless faces.     Lord Delton, second master of the house of Valar and Damon's younger brother. This was a face that had appeared before Athiss eyes, in the sea of nameless faces.      'What is this cockroach doing here?' Athiss had thought to himself.     Lord Delta also know as Ambassador Delton of Ailouros Country, walked over to the platform that housed the most powerful members of the werewolves royal family. He bowed his head to them and a "Raise", was muttered out by one of the Kings and he did.       Ailouros, was an ancient Greek name for cats. Well technically it means "thing with the waving tail".      "Your Majesties, it such an honor for me on behalf of Ailouros Country. To congratulate you, on finding your long awaited mate. To imagine that your mate has been in our country all along, most have been. Shocking. I can only imagine how you got him, from my brother."     Fear took hold of Athiss like a hostage held at g*n point, with a g*n pointed at their head. He could hear his heart beating faster, he could feel the pain that came with a fast beating heart. He felt as his blood flow increased with half the speed of a flying bullet. Dizziness began to consume him like the flames, that the God of Elijah sent down, to consume the wet sacrifice that Elijah had set before him. Thousands of years ago.      Lieon and Seth could sense the fear in Athiss body, making the to subconsciously stretch out their hands to comfort him. Seth's hand landed on top of Athiss' head, while Lieon's hand took hold of Athiss' neck. They both realised calming pheromones, that was directed to their mate.   

    *******       I see the way you change the way you feel about me, when the lights move. I want you to see me differently, I want you to treat me differently. Like I'm... Human? No.  Ignore me. I'm just talking nonsense.