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.

expression and said, "I am not gentle or kind, but I am not interested in abusing anyone. So, just do your errands and chores, no one will dare touch you under

in the fridge."

tears

Felix turned to Sekiro and asked him, his eyes as cruel as a

how can they mistreatment their reputation to keep servants down...Most

a term given to only governmental officials with more than 4% property in the city. Astral is considered the capital city of the divine realm. A noble possessing an

such high status will be an

be an orange-ranked spirit or higher and was forced to downgrade into indigo because of him." Felix

sucked a deep cold breath at his horrific

his defending the noble implied taking Karra as a liar...Her entire demeanor matched an abused victim to mistake her

fall from orange or 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

out and used his authority to keep her from finding either a house or a job to support herself."

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

"Must be."

do we

the

"About what?" He asked.

a visit soon by the noble's underlings and get warned to drop Karra back to the streets." Sekiro shared with a solemn

Ring Ring!

could finish his sentence, the doorbell rang twice across the

not bothering to even stand

do I say if it's them?" Sekiro asked with a

"Bring them to me."

"Mmm."

moment he opened it up, he was met with two pairs of ember-red eyes, belonging to two

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

this apartment?" the one on the right asked, his

first before asking such

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

and kick her out. Otherwise, you will