[color=darkorange][center][h1]Mason Drake[/h1][/center][/color]
Mason knew what tonight was; the blood banquet , nobles from all over Nero would be here to bid on seraph slaves.  There had already been four slaves brought up to the stage, and Mason was going to be next. He could only hope that the burns that covered his body and wings (though healing rather well, and quickly) would deter any wealthier buyers from purchasing him, meaning those who WOULD purchase him, would likely lack the means to properly contain him, Mason could escape this wretched city, once and for all.

It was unlikely that his owners would have him 'perform' tonight, as there were too many important individuals whose lives would be put at risk by such a specticle. His future owners would be none the wiser to his strength, at least not until it was too late. He just had to bide his time, waiting, hoping, that the sub-par flavor of his blood would preserve him through the night. 

[center][color=yellow][i]"Bidding starts at twenty thousand."[/i][/color][/center]

Deep inside, Mason smiled; his path to freedom, had finally begun.