Malice had left the Library a few moments ago and was now at a loss as to what he should do. He thought he would go back and meditate some more considering he had nothing else to do but he wasn’t really in the mood for some relaxing meditation he really wanted to let out his frustration bottled within.
Malice had lately found an outlet for most of his emotions after metting Bella, Violet and Nova, even that Servant had helped him soothe some of his battle intent. This strange urge to fight and break out into wanton slaughter had always been with Malice, naturally he thought it was just him being alone and wanting to lash out never anything more.
Adding on the fact he had absolutely nothing to do and was bored out of his mind he tried to start a fight with that librarian which amounted to nothing in the end. Clearly understanding his displays of Arrogance he could only laugh at his judgement of Nova but he wasn’t that idiotic as to think he was superior to everyone and would only display arrogance to those he thought wouldn’t trouble him too much like a slave or a library receptionist obviously he wasn’t prepared to provoke a potential hidden dragon like his classmates might be doing to Mars.
Perhaps you could view Malice as someone who bullies the weak and cowers in front of the strong much like Nova however , in Malice’s eyes only by displaying your strength can you avoid being looked down on and get the most out of life no matter how distorted that point of view was Malice wasn’t prepared to change.
Walking the streets of the Political District Malice observed the surroundings noticing a large gathering of expensively dressed men walking down a dark alley covertly, following them for a short while Malice saw them walking into a building guarded by a Bald Muscular man covered in imposing looking tattoos.
Out of curiosity Malice walked over, not having a single inkling as to what he would see purely motivated by his boredom.
"Good evening Young Master. Are you here for Dantalions Blood Pit or Lilith’s Pleasure Lounge?" The Bald tattooed guard simply asked Malice holding no suspicion towards him considering the location of this building was hidden among many alley ways and how elegantly Malice was dressed.
"This is my first time visiting I would like to look around" Malice honestly had no clue what he was getting into, well he had some idea from the names, speaking confidently as if it was natural he was visiting this type of establishment.
"So its Young Masters first time I'm sure our establishment received a good recommendation for this noble young master to come here." The guard opened the door and complemented Malice to satisfy him and then gave him directions to the Blood Pit and Pleasure Lounge.
The Door opened up into a hallway with several corridors leading in different directions, Malice followed the guards directions to the Pleasure Lounge understanding it was the closest of the two locations.
'Well I think it was pretty clear from the name that this was some sort of brothel but this is far more than I had expected.' Malice found his way to the so called Pleasure Lounge and what met his eyes was a large dimly candle lit room. Inside the room were countless men and women wearing next to no clothes dancing and standing like they were on display, the ages ranged from as young as 8 to mature women in their 50's, so it wasn’t unnatural that a 12 year old such as Malice was in this location.
"Welcome Young Master do you have a product in mind or would you like a guide?" A slim women in her 20's with heavy make up and beautiful features approached Malice.
"A guide" Malice was blunt he didn’t want to be tempted by what was in front of him trying to keep minimal contact after all he was a developing male he didn’t know if he could resist.
"Well let me show you the new merchandise, prepare your Imperial Platinum" The Women’s eyebrow twitched seeing that her beauty was being ignored but still loyally tried to serve this young master in front of her.
Imperial Platinum was the Currency in Azalea because of Azaleas massive platinum reserves and a general lack of use platinum was used to create the currency of the country, a piece of bread was worth a single platinum coin, whereas a house would be worth hundreds to thousands of platinum coins depending on the quality.
Through Malice’s inheritance he was probably as wealthy as some of the officials in the Political District so he had no problem pulling out some if needed. The guide then strolled past the men, women and children on display listing their prices and what you could do with them.
"Children and Torture are the most expensive depending on the extent of torture or in the case of death expect to pay at least 500 platinum coins of compensation. Children have a minimum value of 200 platinum coins with the other products ranging from 50 to 500 platinum coins. After purchase you may do what you want until sunrise tomorrow." The guide explained everything to Malice then stared at him wondering what he would say.
"You may leave, I wish to browse some more." Malice had no interest in partaking in the Pleasure Lounges activities, at least not till he was older.
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Once the guide was dismissed he looked around seeing older men probably officials lasciviously fondle women and children while being attended to by several other females committing sexual acts that the masters wished. There were several men openly doing this as a way to show a form of power, the amount of girls attending you represented how much wealth you had amassed and could spend without concern.
Malice also saw many rooms with closed doors showing that not everyone was prepared to put on a public display of debauchery. Malice continued and opened a door that he thought was the exit but instead he found himself in a room that looked like a dump, except it wasn’t for trash.
"Help us! Heeellpp usss!" The ghastly visage of men and women with cuts, burns and missing limbs appeared before Malice. Even if he could be ice cold and ruthless he had trouble stomaching the sight.
'Squeek'
The Door behind Malice opened and a Man with slicked back red hair walked into the room holding a man with flayed skin on his arms and stab wounds riddling his body, yet he still breathed.
"Oh someone’s already here, Help me out would you." The man spoke and Malice found himself picking up the feet of the flayed man and helped the red head throw the body on the mountain of suffering people.
"You know it is really hard work transporting them after removing their ability to do... well everything." The man who looked about 18 or 19 laughed and tapped Malice on the back.
"Thanks for the help, wow your pretty young how about as thanks you join me for a drink, what do you say?" The red head gave off a murderous aura not that he was directing it Malice rather it seemed to be a natural aura he always had.
"Sure I’ll grab a drink with mister" Malice was surprised this man was being so friendly and although displaying a murderous aura didn’t really show ill intent to Malice directly so he just agreed.
Malice and the Red head walked towards a room that had a laughing demons face inscribed on the door. Inside there was blood red candles lighting the room with many torture devices scattered across the room. Red head led Malice through a door to a brightly lit room that had many women lounged on a massive bed and a large table. Sitting down at the table Malice looked at the red head inquisitively.
"It's odd to see such a young man here as a guest, you may call me Azazel." Azazel was a slim 18 or 19 year old wearing what could only be compared to a black suit and had flaming slicked back red hair.
"Nice to meet you Azazel, Im Malice and to be honest I accidentally stumbled across this place out of curiosity I thought I would look around" Malice was honest with Azazel and even though he was apprehensive because of Azazels apparent murderous tendencies he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up the act.
"So its like that, well Malice what do you think of the Pleasure Lounge truly a magnificent place right?" Azazel seemed like a wild child even though appearing to be a young adult completely uncaring that Malice was essentially an intruder.
"I have yet to experience the 'Pleasure' that this establishment is known for but I can see that if I so desired it would definitely accommodate me." Malice had to admit that this high end brothel would truly be a good place to let ones lust run free.
"This is the first time one of your guests haven't screamed and run for their lives or turned into a empty husk." An alluring voice sounded behind Malice and after a few steps what appeared in his peripheral vision was an 18 or 19 year old girl also with blood red hair.
"Lillian don’t tease, Malice helped me dispose of one of my toys so I thought I would treat him to a drink. You don’t care about what I did to that man do you Malice?" Azazel looked over to Malice as if they had already become best friends, Malice was stunned by how friendly Azazel was being.
"I will admit I don’t think I could go that far with someone, a simple broken neck, pierced heart or severed head is all I could do but what you do with your property doesn’t really affect me." Malice nonchalantly answered, although he was alert thinking Azazel might try something after his childish attitude Malice felt less guarded.
Malice had essentially grown up alone, while his parents were alive he only remembered them teaching him words, writing and cultivating his intelligence. They also inspired Malice to pursue the path of the Magus, simply witnessing his parents awe inspiring power made him want to become a Magus. However even though he was uniquely gifted with intelligence Malice still needed to learn from others and couldn’t entirely rely on himself, so when it came to subjects such as justice and honour Malice didn’t take a second look seeing through these concepts realising that they only really brought corruption and with his parents fighting in wars unable to urge him to follow societies right and wrongs such as honour, justice and crime, Malice just extended his knowledge that he thought were useful.
Well this frame of mind was only intensified after his parents death, with people giving their death labels such as Honourable and Heroic. Was it Heroic and Honourable to die leaving your child behind? Malice contemplated this over and over and could never come to an answer therefore condemning the justice and honour society believed in. Although he still followed the rules he had no hope towards those serving justice and held no opposition to those that went against it.
"Ah a 'Simple' broken neck is what you would do, oh how kind of you. And here I thought you were another rich noble that only seeks the justifiable side of the Pleasure Lounge" Lillian remarked at the side as she sat down on the bed having the females massage her body.
"I'm just a Magus in training that happened to pass by I wasn't really looking for any pleasure in particular but I will admit the blood pit does sound like a place I could soothe my bloodlust or am I mistaken." Malice didn't hide anything and even urged his sharp sword aura forward as proof of what he said.
"Oh so Malice is a Magus, you don't seem too strong but I can tell you have rather good potential" Azazel analysed Malice and commented on his Mortal Iron essence flowing around him.
"You look to be quite wealthy and are also a Magus, on top of that you are looking to fight in the blood pit. Since its no secret I'll tell you that me and Azazel are the children of Dantalion and Lilith the owners of the Blood Pit and Pleasure Lounge so we hold allot of power if you really wish to fit in the pit I can arrange it." Lillian spoke with demonic grace and revealed her identity.
"So that's the case, well I must admit fighting in this blood pit sounds quite interesting but I would like to first understand how it works." Malice was ready to actually have some excitement today but was careful as to learn how the blood pit worked before partaking.