In The Beginning, Chapter 126

**TRIGGER WARNING!**

The tall pale man sat upon a thrown amid a mountain of brightly coloured silk cushions, sprawled out upon the rainbow of expensive fabric were beautiful women wearing only scarves to hide their modesty. The chains connecting their ankles to the floor, discreetly hidden under tassels and small pillows, if one were to look closely, which not many did, they would have seen the women at the centre of each grouping was not only the most beautiful, but also clearly a favourite. Everything from the scarves she was wrapped in, the cushion she sat upon, and most noticeably, the jewellery she wore, while the others only had gold or silver chains around their necks and wrists, (some of them connected, lest someone forget they were still slaves) shone with the same gemstone colour. For example, the group to the man’s right were swathed in greens of every tone, but at the centre of the group, sat a beautiful red head. Every finger held an emerald ring, she had dozens in her hair, arranged on gold hair combs. Behind her in the yellow group, a woman with dark chocolate skin was covered in gold and canary diamonds, she even had gold dusted on her cheekbones and lips, as her master’s most favoured, she was kept protected from prying eyes by his throne. But now he was dead, and his brother sat upon his throne, having claimed her master's ship before his scouts had confirmed the truth. She looked around at the women, her fear growing, her master was cruel, but he hadn’t been to her. She felt bad that her sister slaves would be whipped and beaten when they displeased him, but he had never done that to her, and she felt certain his brother would not be so kind, nor as gentle a lover. Tears fell from her eyes before she could stop them, and even though her sniffle was as close to silent as she could be, she saw the prince’s head imperceptibly shift. The woman in blue sapphires was sat in front of the woman in emerald, was barely paying attention, she had the air of someone waiting for death, not caring one way or another, while the prince, in his tailored Armani suit just looked bored. The scout had been prattling on for a good ten minutes about how many bodies there were, he must be one of Dionysius’ brats, spineless, the prince thought as he observed his spoils.
“Your majesty, I am just a humble servant, but this pack has thwarted many an attempt upon them, and your cousin, they will fight for her again. My master took thirty-five of his best fighters with him, and yet, none survived. I implore you to ask your father for more men, especially if you were to go yourself.” The scout finally finished.
“And who are you to council me?” The prince asked menacingly, the scouts eyes went round with fear.
“Oh, no, no, not at all your majesty, I was simply offering my opinion based on what I saw, your majesty. I know you have much more knowledge of the situation, and of your father’s plan for our futures, I merely feared for your safety your majesty!” The scout insisted as he bowed and scrapped before the advancing Prince, scurrying backwards like a terrified cockroach.
“You think I could be endangered by a pack of DOGS!” The prince screamed, while the scout practically pissed himself in fear, curled into the foetal position and shaking on the floor.
“No, your majesty, I’m sorry, I am stupid, I was wrong!” The man begged, faster than anyone in the room could comprehend the prince pulled a long thin dagger from within his suit, and had imaged it through the scout's ear, piercing his skull and brain, as it was buried to the hilt in his ear canal. The prince let the man slump to the floor, the dagger still embedded in his head, as the women began to realise what they had witnessed, many of them screaming hysterically, several began tugging on their chains, taking the skin off in places as they tried to free themselves. Infuriated by the noise they were making the prince left them, and the body, with its growing puddle of blood, and left the room. The sapphire woman stared at the dead body for a long time, unmoving, while her sisters screamed and cried, amethyst, who sat beside her in front of the throne, being the oldest, they would have been replaced soon, tried to get Sapphire's attention while comforting the terrified girls around her. The women in blue, screamed, standing on their cushions as the blood seeped the edges of their section, all except Sapphire, she watched silently as the blood stretched out for her toes, before standing. Her chain allowed her to go to the farthest edge of the blue cushions, where the body now lay. Realising her plan a second too late Amethyst cried out for the oblivious girls to stop her, as Sapphire retrieved the dagger with a grunt, she smiled at Amethyst serenely, and pulled the dagger into her stomach.
“No! No, no, no!” Amethyst screamed, the girls she had been comforting holding her back as she sobbed.
“No man will have my body ever again...” Sapphire coughed and spluttered with an unhinged smile on her face, it made all the more disturbing by the blood she had coughed up and had stained her teeth and pale skin. Amethyst couldn’t hear her however, over her own howling cries of sorrow. Sapphire had been the last of the favoured left from when she had been chosen, they had planned to be together, when they were no longer wanted by their master. Those that choose to become the household staff, or crew depending on how favoured you were at one time, but they had agreed to leave this world. Those that chose to be free, could choose what happened to their bodies, the only time a woman in their world got that option. They had chosen to be buried together, under a tree, on a hill that faced south, so they would have long days in the sun. But now, they would burn her, scatter anything left in the ocean, and Amethyst would be buried alone, her biggest fear after spending her entire life with the women around her, and many more that had long since gone.
“Why the fuck are you making so much noise!?” The prince screamed, storming back into the room, ignoring Sapphire entirely. “I can hear you all the way in my quarters!” He screamed at Amethyst, while she sobbed uncontrollably. As if finally noticing she was not looking at him, but to the floor beside him, he took a glance at the gruesome scene, and clicked his tongue annoyed. “Someone get this shit cleaned up and get her to shut up!” He snapped, indicating towards Amethyst when the attendants rushed into the room. “Unlock Goldie, I would like her brought to my room immediately.” The prince ordered, storming back out the room, while two attendants gave Amethyst a shot of something, her loud sobs calming before they unchained her and carried her away. Another man approached the beauty dripping in gold, he grabbed her wrist, chuffing it to himself, before he unchained her ankle. The woman stood with her back straight, her face unreadable, as the attendants eyes raked over her greedily, none of the males had been permitted in her apartments at any of the properties, and no one but her master had unchained her before. The man looked over the woman, his cock stiff, she wore gold chains over her bare chest, and a white scarf with gold embroidery around her waist. Her arms, ankles, fingers and toes all had gold bangles and rings on them, she even had gold ornaments in her braids, the attendant tried to drag her after the prince, but her confident, slow stride shocked him enough that she could set the pace. He led her into the room she had spent so much time in with her master, she suppressed a sob as she realised, she would never be with him in the room again. His brother was sat in a chair by the bed, watching her intently, fascinated that she seemed to have an affection for his idiot brother.
“You requested me your majesty.” She said, lowering herself to her knees automatically, as had been the rules when her master was alive, the new Prince laughed at her, and she felt unsure of how to respond.
“Fucking Hermes and his psychological bullshit. Just get over her and suck my cock.” He ordered, fearing what would happen if she tried to refuse, she got up and walked over to him, standing between his legs. “Hurry up! What is taking you so long!” He snapped, slamming down his drink, he stood, forcing the girl back. He forced her to her knees roughly, grabbed a handful of her hair as he freed his erection from his pants and shoved it to the back of her throat. She choked, as he hit her gag reflux, making her want to vomit. He dragged her head back and forth roughly, not giving her a moment to breathe, she began to get dizzy as her eyes watered. Soon, her eyes were rolling back in her head as he refused to let her inhale, her entire face felt sticky, with tears, snot, precum, and saliva. Just before she passed out, he pulled his cock from the back of her throat, and she was able to force it from her mouth. Sucking in great gulps of air as she struggled not to sob, when he did it again, and again. She was sobbing hysterically, unable to stop herself, she could feel the vile combination of fluids everywhere. He pulled out of her mouth again, this time smacking her hard across her face as he did so. “You are mine now, you will never shed a tear over that fucking idiot ever again!” He threatened quietly, the girl could only nod, still sobbing and choking down air. “You have stained my clothing.” He said quietly, the girl shivered involuntarily as he ran his fingers over her back. “Get cleaned up, get on the bed, naked, you have ten minutes.” The prince ordered, again she nodded, and scurried into the bathroom. As the Prince expected, the pathetic would-be usurper had been listening outside, knocking as soon as he was sure the prince was done playing with his newest toy.
“What!?” Screamed the prince as he removed the ruined suit, he doubted his dry cleaner could get the vile concoction out of the expensive material.
“Uncle, we need to discuss the attack on that pack. They killed my father, as his eldest son, I demand they pay in blood!” The deformed thing demanded; the prince raised an eyebrow amused. All of Hermes children were grotesque in his opinion, but there was something truly horrifying about the oldest, Pan. His face was goat-like, his ears were where a humans would be, but the tops were bent over and had fur growing on them, his thin hair flopped limply over his forehead, horny protrusions either side of it. His nose and mouth exactly the same as a goat's, the prince could never understand why his brother created such a thing, although it was fun to cast him as something evil and set him lose on a village. He had his fans, although why was beyond the prince's comprehension as many a maiden had offered herself as sacrifice to the perverted old goat, much to the prince’s chagrin. Though that he thought he was equal in rank to the prince is what really outraged him.
“You are not in a position to demand anything. Everything your father had, was gifted to him by my father, now that Hermes is gone, we are taking it back. You have no more standing in the True King’s court, than the maid. Your father left no will, created nothing without our father’s permission, money, and guidance. You will actually have to work for a living now, Pan. And never call me uncle again, or I will rip out your throat, and feed your body to rats before you die. It is the greatest disappointment of my existence that I share any DNA with a misshapen mistake such as you.” The prince smiled cruelly. “You will be among the first wave to attack the pack, not because I care, but because I’m hoping that when they are distracted ripping you, and the rest of your disgusting siblings apart, my children will be able to kill them easier.”
“You are sending all of us to die?” Pan asked horrified, he had close to a hundred siblings, still living, could the pack kill them all?
“I suppose some of you will survive, even my father has use for some of the experiments Hermes conducted.” The prince smiled, but it held no warmth or joy, only malice. “Go, inform your siblings, they have three days to come to me, declare their allegiance to my father the King, and join us in mourning, or they will be hunted down like the abominations they are, by me and my children.”