The dark flickering lights of the Marionette's Chains tapped out a code in light, "there is no hope", the prison ship said, "only hell." And hell there was. The screams of torture echoed through the metal belly of the beast as whimpers of fear gripped with insanity muttered and scratched themselves into the walls.
However, in one cell, there was none of this. No outstretched hand between the bars, pleading for food, no weak human on the ground, slowly starving himself to bone, no carving of names and messages into the graffitied walls. This cell, was a rarity by all accounts; just as rare as its inhabitant, one Edoric Libris, the Prince of Sin.
He had once spent his days indulging himself in all the vice and wickedness his sinful money could buy. Nothing was out of reach for him and nothing he could not have done. Of course, those days where long gone, a distant dream in a sea of agonizing nightmares, but the man didn't break in the slightest. Whatever the crooked cops and guards could do, the underworld had already done to him in more ways then one and often with much less restraint.
Once more, his thoughts where that of escape from the Marionette Chains, the wretched ship that had kept him from his true position. He had already memorized many of the obvious exfiltration methods, none of which seemed all too likely. His eternal musings was broken by only the sound of hundreds of feet shifting around which only meant one thing: Shifting Day.
Every so often, the ship would get supplies to sustain itself from some dingy rim world as well as a load of new prisoners. To make sure enough room was in place, cells often got a bit squishy. Edoric heard the heavy bolt to his door open and a girl was shoved in, the guard making some rude remarks about her as the bolt once again fell. Looking down at the new girl who had landing, the Prince of Crime opened his mouth, "So... you're my new roommate due to the shift, princess ehh?"
However, in one cell, there was none of this. No outstretched hand between the bars, pleading for food, no weak human on the ground, slowly starving himself to bone, no carving of names and messages into the graffitied walls. This cell, was a rarity by all accounts; just as rare as its inhabitant, one Edoric Libris, the Prince of Sin.
He had once spent his days indulging himself in all the vice and wickedness his sinful money could buy. Nothing was out of reach for him and nothing he could not have done. Of course, those days where long gone, a distant dream in a sea of agonizing nightmares, but the man didn't break in the slightest. Whatever the crooked cops and guards could do, the underworld had already done to him in more ways then one and often with much less restraint.
Once more, his thoughts where that of escape from the Marionette Chains, the wretched ship that had kept him from his true position. He had already memorized many of the obvious exfiltration methods, none of which seemed all too likely. His eternal musings was broken by only the sound of hundreds of feet shifting around which only meant one thing: Shifting Day.
Every so often, the ship would get supplies to sustain itself from some dingy rim world as well as a load of new prisoners. To make sure enough room was in place, cells often got a bit squishy. Edoric heard the heavy bolt to his door open and a girl was shoved in, the guard making some rude remarks about her as the bolt once again fell. Looking down at the new girl who had landing, the Prince of Crime opened his mouth, "So... you're my new roommate due to the shift, princess ehh?"
