[@Guy0fV4lor]

Mercy was thinly dished out to the seraphim slaves. Their kind given a look one gives an ox or a sheep. Something of value. It was not cold like the air in these stone walls. Instead it was a feign of mercy. Generally contemptible beings seldom alike in taste to men and women. Yet royalty all the same. They kept their horrors elegant, perfumed, and tasteful. The pain seraphim suffered here was kept to a minimum. Outward displays of harm was only to be done in private or in necessary circumstances. To not dirty the floors with slave blood, every drop can be sold.

So the young ones were first. A few but their clothes were well kept and their variety of angelic traits shined. Their pure white colors, eyes and tender flesh made some of the Nayu royals mouths to visibly water. It was a spectacle as they raised their bids. It went very high. No need to wonder why they chose to go with the young first. Despite how attention grabbing the bids were brief. Only two seraphim children to sell, sold to Nayu royals who took them by hand rather than by chain. Likely to groom such children for future purposes.

Finally came the bidding for the slightly older seraphim. A few women and men  of various teenage ages were all that was there. Lined up side by side. It was only a matter of time until they were all sold. The women were selling first and for more. Their seraphim traits were diluted visibly and thus some complained of the quality. Though even despite this these women and men were fair. The young Mason Drake being among them. He was being bid on currently. A woman masked in a red and black veil waved to the young man with a black folding fan. "Five thousand!" She shouted. The bid did not rise. It seemed he was being sold to her.

[@13org]

[i][color=#9BA4C9]"Lila. We are starting.. Get Ready!"[/color][/i]

[@geurls]


The bars gave but not without a sound. Luckily the sounds of various musicians wanting to play throughout the streets was filling up the ears of everyone around. The bars were blocking an open window next to the waste disposing pit near the kitchen. These halls were dimly lit with flame candles and let to various rooms all of which were mostly empty save for stored food. The kitchen, which led to the banquet hall was down the hall several dozen feet to the left. To the other end of the hall was an unknown aura. As the snooping traveler dropped into this hall from a few dozen feet upwards she would feel this aura calling out to her.

The dark door at the end of the hall began to give off a sliver of light. It opened slowly and soon a being was standing within the doorway looking at Constance with a displeased expression. His hair was a light blue and his eyes as well. His clothes were simple, a white shirt and brown pants with well designed steel blue boots. From behind him slowly came out two wings just as blue and light as his hair and eyes. 
"Welcome. Are you a friend of the king?" He moved very slowly, hardly at all. But behind him was a blade.

As this happened a sound could be heard from a closed room near the banquet hall. It was the sound of a horn being blown as if over a pasture in the beckoning of war. It was hardly anytime at all. The wooden door so finely decorated and kept as a relic over the centuries was blown open, splinters flying about. The horn grew louder as the bright lights of the white feathers held on the backs of seraphim warriors, armored and equipped with shining blades and shields. The blood quickly flowed. The slits of flying crimson fell not from a royals cup but from their abdomen. The screeches came immediately after. Several seraphim knights exploded out of this room and began slaughtering royals without mercy or discrimination.

Seraphim slaves were being freed immediately. Their chains being broken and a blade thrust in their hands. A circle was formed around these slaves. "Fight!" One shouted looking at Mason from beneath his helmet.