4-Nua, 28th, 1523
The room was silent, save for the whimpering and sobs of slaves.
They heard more screams from the hallways, the younger ones flinching, trying their best to huddle as close as they could together, their shackles being pushed to the limits, bruising their wrists, necks, and ankles.
Their master had punished them mere hours ago, one of the slaves had tried to escape but was caught. They were whipped and branded multiple times, some of the slaves' legs would be broken for aiding the main perpetrator.
In the farthest part of room, a boy sat alone. He was the only slave that lasted the longest under their master, the favorite, some slaves spoke in hushed whispers.
To the rest of the slaves, the boy was... strange. He would personally be fetched by the master, and would disappear for hours, if not days on end, then come back with nothing but a limp and a few bruises. He never spoke to any of them, never even looked, only staring at the door, and whenever he did glance at them, he just seemed as if he was looking through.
The child paid no heed to the echoing screams, not a single emotion displayed on his face.
The screams were getting closer, louder too. Then the door was busted down and light flooded into the room.
The slaves shielded their eyes as best as they could.
As they regained their bearings and could see clearly, there stood a man.
A hooded cloak hid the man's face in pure darkness, the only thing that shone from that darkness was his eyes, one of which was impossibly blue, so blue that it seemed as if it was glowing, while the other seemed as if it was an amalgamation of small eyes.
They could feel the man's gaze on them all at the same time, as if multiple different people looked at all of them.
"De-demon...!" An older female slave muttered, gasping as the man's gaze focused on her, as she started to tremble and bow her head, muttering apologies.
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"Raise your head, madame, I am no demon." The man said, a trace of a smile present in his tone, yet his voice made them want to disagree.
Hundreds, if not thousands of voices seemed to emanate from the man, his voice seemed like it was different people's voices, crudely stitched together.
"My Seraphim, the town has been cleared successfully, what do we do with the commoners?" A male voice spoke behind the man, making him turn around.
"Take them to the square, along with these people I found, and check them for any demonic taint." He stepped aside and motioned to the people behind him, as knights with the Church's symbol started to go into the room, the shackles that bounded the slaves broken as they were slowly escorted out, and in some cases even carried towards the town square.
"What do we do when we find tainted ones?" Another voice asked, this time female.
"Separate them from the others momentarily, I will cure them. Do not treat them roughly."
"By your will, My Seraphim." The two voices replied, walking away as they helped escort the former slaves.
The man entered the room and walked towards the boy at the back that still seemed to stare at nothing.
Wordlessly, he ripped off the shackles that held the boy, breaking the heavy metal cuffs that was around the child's ankles and wrists.
"Come, you shall suffer no more." The man knelt and told the child, his voice that was once multiple, now sounded clear to the boy.
"But...master..?" The boy muttered, now staring at the man's heterochromatic eyes.
"No more master," The man patted the child's head, "you are now free."
The child took a few moments to process the man's words, then came the tears.
He cried and cried and cried until he passed out in the man's arms.
"Rest, child, you are destined for great things." The man muttered as he cradled the child in his arms, as he walked towards the square.
As the man exited the manor, he was greeted by a priestess in a hurry.
"My Seraphim, we have found five commoners with the demonic taint, two of them is in critical condition. Please, we can only delay their corruption for so long, I beg for your help." The priestess bowed as deep as she could.
"You do not have to beg for my help priestess, and please raise your head." The man kindly stated, "Now that you're up, lead me to them."
As they walked towards the corrupted ones, he had given the boy that was in his arms to another priestess, telling her to take care of the child for the meantime, as he would come back once his duty was done.
Arriving at the tent the five people were put in, the man told the priestess to stay outside as he went in.
Minutes later, he would come out, demon blood still freshly dripping from his hand, as he then told the priestess to return the five people to their respective families, if they had any.
He also told her that the five would need to be monitored, as his way of fixing the curse may show extra symptoms.