Author Note; Special thanks to unice5656 for editing my Prologue, pointing out all of my errors.

Prologue

Trying to endure the pain, I try to fight back against the men beating me and my sister, but I don't have the power. We are only 14 years old, born into the cursed Elven race.

We were playing near our village when some humans kidnapped us and sold us as slaves. We thought we were lucky because no one laid a hand on us.

Only after did I understand that no one did anything to us because the sale price would fall if they did.

We were bought by some adventurers who were in need of meat shields to carry the luggage and satisfy their lust.

We were immediately taken inside a Dungeon, one not fully explored. I thought that maybe they would only need us for manual labor.

We found a room with a large magic circle painted on the floor where the humans chose to rest.

The room was one of the standard ones where you can rest on the 14th level of the dungeon.

But when I tried to sit and regain my breath one of the four men who bought us punched me and started to yell.

“Who said you can rest, you bitch?”

The other three men started to laugh, punching and kicking Nari while trying to rip her clothes off. I started to yell and fight back only to be hit again and again. I wanted to pray, but I knew that our fate was already set in stone.No one would help us. We elves were considered as nothing more than slaves of humans. Objects to satisfy the lust of pigs. Meat bags to do anything with. Our life was never easy to begin with. In our village, the humans came and did whatever they wanted, and we could do nothing to fight back. If only someone who could destroy and kill every human in the world existed, or at least someone who could save my sister. Even a demon or the devil himself would do, I don't care who. But something like that will never happen, because this world is cruel. If at least I could save my sister.

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As I start to resign myself to my fate…

The magic circle starts to glow, and some symbols become visible on the walls.The light flashed, blinding all the people in the room. When I am finally able to open my eyes there is someone in the center of the magic circle. A young man, maybe seventeen, 1.75m tall. He was naked with long white hair, blood-red eyes with a faint glow in them. That person give the feeling of certain death to everyone in the room, maybe because of the cold and piercing eyes or the contrast of the red in his eyes, unnatural white skin and black sharp nails, but that person is for sure not human.

Everyone's breath is cut by this cold presence.