CHAPTER 06.06: THE SLAVES AND HONOUR [PART 6]
Dijmon raised his right-hand gesturing to a guard to come over.
'' What are your orders young master? ''
'' What is the name of that exciting slave? '' Akinleye asked
'' I will go and confirm his name, if you will allow me young master. ''
'' I thought you were part of the guards responsible for watching them? '' Dijmon responded while looking at the guard's face.
'' I apologies. I didn't memorize their names. ''
'' is it because they are slaves? '' Dijmon remarks
'' Yes, young master.''
'' Usually, their names are irrelevant but that one is special. I need to know what he left in this world. So, find out everything, but first start with his name.'' Akinleye says while smiling.
'' Ok, young master. ''
'' Wait... let me see your face. '' Dijmon says while looking at the guard face intensively. He stared into his eyes for a while before tapping the guard on his arm and gesturing him to leave.
'' The name of the slave is Kunle. He is a deserter that was captured by father and unfortunately ended up in there. '' Dijmon comments
'' I told you to stop this. It is unbecoming of you.'' Akinleye responds with a look of disgust and angier
'' No, it is liberating... Although different from yours, it is still a way of finding excitement. It is my way. '' Dijmon responds while looking Akinleye straight in his eyes.
'' Finding things out gradually is the most exciting and interesting part of meeting someone. '' Akinleye responds expressing a face disapproval.
'' Don't worry, i am still this family little sheep. As i said before, I won't cross the line with family. But those lowly creatures in that circle are not family, their nothing but puppets... shells to be broken and discarded. '' Dijmon looks down at the crowd with a face devoid of an expression.
'' That guard's name is Tayo. Kill him.'' Dijmon says while looking at Akinleye with an annoyed expression on his face.
Akinleye looks closely at Dijmon and utters no words while wearing a serious expression.
'' Should i execute a loyal man for crimes yet to be acted on... That will very boring and cowardly.'' Akinleye says with a serious tone.
'' You do it all the time. '' Dijmon response while yawning loudly.
'' They weren't loyal men, *pause* our loyal men. '' Akinleye comments while looking at the sky with a frown.
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'' It is your duty... if you can't do it, then I will. '' Dijmon response while maintaining a face devoid of emotions. The only noticeable change was his dull purple pupils which began to glow brightly like a igniting flame.
But then Akinleye uses his hand to block Dijmon sight
'' I would do. Just focus on watching Dami fight. '' Akinleye comments while slowly moving his hand away from Dijmon face.
'' As I told sister before, they can be taken care of later. ' Is it not true, brother. ' '' Dijmon smiles slightly while looking at Akinleye
'' Your jokes aren't funny. I think i prefer little Abayomi hobbies than yours. '' Akinleye replies
'' And the same goes for you, Warmonger. Keep your excitement to yourself. '' Abayomi replies to Akinleye comment with a look of irritation.
'' Our 'Onifila' is angry. '' Akinleye comments while chuckling
(Onifila > someone who is always seeking attention)
Abayomi turns his gaze back to Damilare, ignoring Akinleye's comment.
'' Why don't we end the match since Damilare has paralyzed the remaining slaves.'' Abayomi comments
'' It won't end until he either dies or they breathe their last breath.'' Akinfemi replies
Thump Thump
The lively sound of Damilare's heart beating.
'' Argh...''
The subtle sound from Damilare as he struggles to move with his heavy injured body.
Although he was now free from the constant torments of the illusions, he wasn't free from the damage and destructive effects of the illusions on his mind. His body is also in a terrible state.
Most of his bones were broken,
his flesh bruised and torn,
his blood continuously flowed from his injuries causing him to lose more strength,
his mind is in a weakened state. It is so weak, that if he didn't get it treated immediately by an illusionist or a possessor, he would definitely fall into madness and his mind would never recover.
He stood on the head of the caster while the other slaves were unable to move due to the toxin from the sword now flowing within their bodies. They got injured by Damilare sword during the time they were attacking.
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'' Arghhh... ''
He moaned as the rusty sword was forced into his slender chest. His breathing faded as his last breath neared
' Slash '
' Gush Gush Gush '
' Drizzle Drizzle '
' Drip Drip '
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' Moan '
'' Please have mercy.'' The third slave begged
'' No.''
' Swish Thud '
' whoosh '
' Thump '
' Gush Gush Gush '
' Splat Splat '
The unpleasant sound of Damilare walking through the pool blood on the ground.
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'' Please, please. Young master...
spare me. I have a... a sister...
she can serve as your concubine; she is very beautiful...
please. ''
'' AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH... ''
The painful scream of the slave as he is stabbed in the leg
' Gasp '
'' AAAHH, AH, AH.''
' gush '
'' AH, AH. *Sob* WHY, WHY MUST WE DIE LIKE THIS. ''
' Whoosh '
' Crash '
'' AGRUH AAAHHH.''
'' BARRRFFF.''
The loud agonizing sound of the slave struggling to breathe as he chokes on his own blood
'' I don't like your words.''
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Subtle ' groans '
'' I don't... * Sob * want to die. * Sob * ''
'' But you have to.''
' Swoosh '
'' SQUEEEE.''
The slave screamed in fear as he followed the swing of the sword.
' Thump '
' Gush Gush Gush '
' Drizzle Drizzle '
' Drip Drip '
' Pant, pant, pant. ''
The loud sound of Damilare breathing
Damilare pulled the sword, swung it and raised it above his head. He stood steadily and looked up to the noble circle meeting his father and brothers’ eyes.
'' FATHER!!!. ‘'
'' I WON !!!!!''
' Splat splat splat '
' Thud '
' Silence. '
The arena became silent after viewing Damilare slip on blood and fall to the ground unconscious.
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AUTHOR: THE PROGENITOR 01
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