Supremacy Games

'I can't afford to be on the streets again...'

Karra's mind was a mess as her emotions and rational thinking kept clashing the moment she realized that Felix wasn't joking around.

She knew that it would be extremely difficult to become a servant of another spirit even with her price being this low due to her past.

In the heavenly plane, spirits must have a place to stay as each day that went by and they had no home, a percentage of their own light gets liquified as a punishment.

Karra's color had dropped to indigo because of this and she was going to drop to black color if she kept receiving those penalties.

At the end of the path, she would end up kicked out of the heavenly plane and have her status occupied by someone more worthy.

"Speak." Felix pressured coldly, uncaring about her internal turmoil.

Karra sat quietly across from Felix, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She was silent for a moment, her indigo eyes flitting between Felix's concerned gaze and the floor.

Taking a deep breath, she began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.

"My former master...he wasn't kind," she began, her words halting and slow.Her gaze dropped down to her hands, her knuckles white from how tightly she was gripping them. "He was a noble, a man of influence...well respected in the city. People would bow in his presence, and speak highly of him in the streets. But behind closed doors..."

She paused, a small shudder running through her. She looked up at Felix, her eyes reflecting an ocean of sorrow and pain. "He would threaten me, saying if I dare to report him, he would ensure I would never find a master again. He would use his influence to tarnish my reputation and leave me to survive on the streets. No one would hire an outcast spirit..."

A tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. "He would flaunt his power, his connections. I was just a servant, powerless against him. It was...it was terrifying. Every day was a struggle. A struggle to serve, to obey, to survive..."

Her voice trailed off, her gaze unfocused as she remembered the past, her body trembling slightly from the memories.

It was a confession, a tale of abuse and fear, one that cast a shadow over the vibrant city they were in.

It was a cruel reminder that even in a realm of spirits and grandeur, there was darkness lurking beneath the surface...

When Felix saw her condition, he didn't push her for more details even when a lot of parts didn't make sense.

kind, but I am not interested in abusing anyone. So, just do your

us something to eat, there is food in the fridge." Felix

tears and bolted into

moment she left, Felix turned to Sekiro and asked him,

more about those 'nobles' and how can they mistreatment their reputation to keep servants down...Most importantly,

the divine realm. A noble possessing an entire 4% of property implies that he is considered one of the most authoritative

way a noble of such high status will be an abuser or hire such a

or higher

cold breath at his horrific statement, feeling shivers crawling

words as his defending the noble implied taking Karra as a liar...Her entire demeanor

red to indigo was unimaginable as it would require liquidation of close to a hundred thousand Lumus if not more, which translated to a million Lumus in reverse to regain the same

or a job to support herself." Felix uttered expressionlessly, "With the punishments imposed on a daily basis, she found

his blacklisted spirit." Sekiro uttered with a stern tone, "No wonder no one wanted to

"Must be."

we

on the couch and turned on the tv...Then, he switched the channels with an

"About what?" He asked.

Karra back to the streets." Sekiro shared with a solemn

Ring Ring!

the doorbell rang twice across the living room, causing Sekiro's

ordered indifferently, not bothering to even stand up from

I say if it's them?" Sekiro

"Bring them to me."

"Mmm."

he was met with two pairs of ember-red eyes, belonging to two wolfish spirits, their forms hued a

and broad-shouldered, their human-like bodies muscular and intimidating, wreathed in smoky tendrils of

right asked, his voice a gravelly echo that seemed to vibrate the air around

before asking

voice a higher pitch, yet no less menacing, "We belong to the Red Fangs Organization that owes this entire apartment complex.

of us any unnecessary trouble and kick her out.