Arachnomancer

-Subordinate

Name: Nemesis

Race: Fungal Humanoid Dracanae (rare)

level: 12

Required exp: 17,000

Health (???/???)

Resource- Mixed draconic energy(300/300)

Shared perk- Closed System

Loyalty: Max

Condition: normal

Seeing the experience requirement, I cringe. It has been getting larger and larger. Now that the wretched are no longer there to provide experience, I will have to find a new source of mobs. I"d rather not go to war with the various countries at the moment. They are much more dangerous to me than the wretched were as they have a lot of mages and a.s.sa.s.sins.

Looking at her being indoc-.... "Educated" by Vulki, I can see that she has come to terms with what happened. In fact she looks a little excited....? Is that expression excited? I feel my heart sink as I realize that I may have another "odd" one.

Nemesis POV-

Listening to this fire thing explain the situation, I am immediately drawn in. It seems that I was converted into an immortal creature under thae saint. My mind seems to have become a little weird. Or was it always weird?

I was born into slavery, like my mother before me. Our "master", my father.... He was a priest that worshipped snakes. He was obsessed with finding a lamia. Unfortunately, they only appear on the surface so, he found the next best thing. Lizard people. I"m not to knowledgeable on my mother"s past but, I know she suffered a lot under her previous master.

So the way she was treated by father made her fall in "love" with him. She would always tell me how much she loved him and about how lucky I was to have a father that "cared" about me. In reality, he only cared about her. Despite his loving att.i.tude towards my mother for being a lizard person he saw me differently. I was an abomination. Nothing more than my identification code.....

He had a room below the shed we had in our yard. He would bring me there to "play". He would shout obscenities and laugh as he used his "toys" to crush various bones and organs. He would always heal me after he was done and act as if we just had a normal time playing with toys.

I can"t tell if my mother was oblivious to this or if she kept quiet as she didn"t want to risk herself for me. As I got older the play-times got worse and worse. His favorite thing to do was pushing iron rods under my ribs and smashing down to make a nice line of bones pop up that he would pretend were drums and bang on with sticks. I had to sob along to the beats otherwise he would stick a metal spike into one of limbs and start twisting....

I can"t say that I became used to the pain. In fact it was the opposite. Each play-session became more and more painful until one day I snapped. When he was trying to get me to come along to his shed, I did. However, before he could strap me down I took a metal spike and jabbed into the area between his neck and skull instantly killing him. I was in a weird state of remorse mixed with ecstasy. A feeling I will never forget.

What happened after that was horrible. I managed to sneak out of the shed and flee into the wilderness. It was a day and a half later that I realized that I had pursuers. My father was an extremely famous healer who was valued even by the royalty for his skills. His skills that he aquired from torturing me. So when they realized he was dead they immediately sent out a few royal guard members.

Not much of a struggle. I was caught easily and tied up. When they had camped for the night before the return trip, one of the royal guards came to talk to me with glazed over eyes. I forget her name. Ival? Inial? Whatever, she told me that I would meet some saint in the future and that I would be one of his direct subordinates. She then told me what I would have to do in the future. I don"t know why but, for some reason I truly trusted her words. After she finished with the chat her eyes returned to normal and she looked around confused, eventually shrugging it off.

My treatment from then on was consistently horrible. I was forced to work in a iron mine that had collapses on a daily basis. My body which was not used to this type of labor collapsed daily as well. Whenever that happened the guards would kick me until they were tired. This continued for a few years. It was during this time that a developed a small talent. A talent to make myself unnoticeable. This helped me survive as being beaten by guards daily would have probably been the death of me. I had made plans to escape but I was too slow with them.

I was rea.s.signed to a group that consisted of other unfortunate slaves and mercenaries who were either foolish or had a large amount of debt. We were told that this was just a small expedition to exterminate some monsters but, seeing the faces of the soldiers made me think otherwise. During the time we took to travel to the area of extermination, some slaves would be taken away by a scout and a few others.They never returned.... Luckily, they never set their eyes on me....

Then one day we heard a ma.s.sive explosion followed by a buzzing sound. The mercenaries and slaves panicked but were forced to come down under threat of death. We were all herded into a magic circle. They told us that it was to get us out of there. That we would only hold them back. Lies. Terrible lies. The others started to bleed and a ma.s.sive red magical shield covered the circle to prevent any resistance. More and more blood flowed into it but, I never did bleed.... Why?

After a good portion of the people around me were drained, I was teleported out of there. I collapsed and looked up to a familar face of the royal guard from a few years ago. Eyes glazed over she told me that I would meet the saint soon, I just needed to find him. Apparently, I would have met that saint at some point in time even if she hadn"t interfered..... Hard to believe them.... She put me in that mine instead of where I was supposed to go to. The breeding house..... The name sounds absolutely horrifying and, from the amount of info I got on it from her, it is. What the group behind this royal guard apparently wants is just for me to put in a good word with the saint. They are afraid that he won"t be accepting of them....

The royal guard told me the direction I would have to go to meet him. I first found a place to hide though. I dug out a hole in the mud and buried myself leaving only a hole to see from. Not long after all sound was basically drowned out by the buzzing. Honestly, I wasn"t too frightened. It wouldn"t matter if I were to have died at that point. However, I wanted to meet this "saint" so, I closed the hole and waited for everything to quiet down. I dug my way out and went to the location the royal guard pointed me to only to have my heart drop.

Spiders.... Lots of spiders..... Was I lied to.... It couldn"t be right? Perhaps this saint controls them? Some Drow seem to worship spiders so maybe? I sneak my way into their nest but, it was rather difficult.... I heard crushing noises come from one pa.s.sage and I was a little curious. Peeking in I saw a ma.s.sive spider sitting on a few smaller ones. I had grown too confident as I tried to get a closer look and was captured after a small wrestle....

The spider started talking common but, I figured that I must"ve misheard as I shouted some of the things my father used to call me. At that point more and more spiders of different varieties came in alongside a human? A human? I ask him why he is here but he just turned the question around as if it were natural for him to be here. I answer it with semi-truths. The guys who see this guy as their saint don"t want to be revealed yet. After that, he went to ask his spiders their opinions while I was subjected to..... A form of torture I never experienced..... Even father never did anything perverted.... As I start yelling they all rush back and the torture stops as he yells.

"Pervert....." Nemesis

I mutter as I start crying. I thought that I would be subjected to more tortures in the future. My mind couldn"t handle it. I felt my body start to lose strength as my willpower faded only to experience something bizarre. I can"t remember what exactly happened here. My mind was in shambles as I had given up. Next thing I know I feel weird energies inside me as I instinctually sprout from the ground with a much different body.

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That brings me back to now. The fire being explains many things about the world to me. The main focus though was the greatness of "our master"....

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