hunt or be hunted

Human life became cheap in an era of chaos as evil progressively infiltrated the earth. Even young children born and raised in such environments become metamorphic. That is a dismal age with no hope for the future. In the city where a new commodity was widely sold and consumed, what had long been included in the f*******n goods was the slave trade. As society becomes increasingly degraded, the law gradually loses its inherent authority. Today, the number of goods sold on the street is a little greater. Most of them are children in their twenties. The group stood there like objects being watched, each one as thin as sticks. Even they regard themselves as a commodity. Their goal is also to be the best item to buy. This is also true when compared to eating only one meal a day and being treated like animals. It's still conceivable to hope for a fresh life after being purchased. “I have heard that there are many organizations that are buying slaves in large quantities recently. Looks like it's for assassin training." I almost laughed out loud when I heard those words. Not everyone can become an assassin, especially those who have been reduced to commodities like us. It has become fairly usual to live today and die tomorrow. But see them all listen intently to Ella and imagine a vibrant future. I couldn't say it in front of those hungry, expectant eyes. In the distant past, people lived side by side in harmony with other demons like werewolves and vampires. But bliss did not last long when disagreements erupted; the fight raged until one of the two sides was victorious. After all, humans didn't have superhuman strength like werewolves, and their vitality wasn't as resilient as vampires, but they won. The cost of being a loser is to spend eternity in the dreadful realm known as hell. Forever must not emerge on human territory. The only option left for the demons on human territory is to masquerade as people while they wait for the appropriate moment to strike. According to mythology, after the battle, the demon king was dead, and demons were forced to accept a pact that exclusively benefited humanity. When people recognize demons, they have the right to slay and punish them. God's favoritism and the fact that people always consider the devil as an animal make the devil gradually become evil. If the balance of the world tilts in favor of humans, it would be demons themselves who would manually pull it back to equilibrium. As the years pass, things gradually change, but the devil will never forget the sufferings suffered by the compatriots who were tortured to death at the hands of humans. When the plan is ripe, the historic war once again breaks out, is inevitable. People became increasingly ruthless to the demons they captured as a result. The treatment of demons sold into s*****y is even worse than that of normal slaves, and over the past few years, there have been thousands of instances of it on this street. When compared to human slaves, it was clear that their daily diet was pitifully small. As a result, the superior power has been worn down to the extreme. As a recently held child, I witnessed the city's decline as a result of the development of a chain of international s*****y institutions. Deep in the form of a seven-year-old child lies a series of great mysteries that only I hold. Speaking of me, most people are probably confused about my species. Even the traffickers are unaware of it. Kiera, a black-haired child, the unlucky color true to its owner. The moment I walked into the traffickers' cave, I was given that moniker. According to the profile on the list, I was a gloomy kid with black hair covering my face. He has crimson eyes and is of a childish age, between 6-9 years old. The ideal age for training. However, there was a strong odor of death gas all about me, an odor that came only when its owner killed a lot of people. It wasn't the stink of a corpse, but rather the chilly and spooky air around it. Others frequently claim that the reason I still had the stench of death in me was because they brought me out from among the corpses. And it shows no signs of abating to this day. But because of that, until now, after many transactions, I have not been sold. "Shh! I just overheard someone speaking..." “Aaaa… It's that organization!” "There?" - I asked, bewildered. "ASSASSIN! They're buying slaves to train assassins!" “Shh… Shh…” We are led over to the man dressed in a large robe that covers more than half of his face before I can even think. My instincts told me the man in front of me was dangerous, so I unconsciously sought to get as far away from him as possible. "Should I thank you for speaking up for me, Ella?" I growled word for word. "It's natural... Don't be mad, Kiera!" “That is because you are unaware. Who knows, maybe there is still hope. Anyway, life right now is akin to hell, and you should leave..." “A… Assassin is also good!” "You don't have to console me. Additionally, Rudy, the more you talk, the more frightened I become. Really, not convincing at all.” Angry, I burst into this kind of emotion. Why can't I be angry that a scary man only bought fewer than a dozen people, among hundreds of adults and children, so why am I being bought among a series of other bright names? Indeed, he had come to this black market to train a team of assassins under his command. His requirements are high. It was as if he were seeking heroes among the commoners. The one who can have both great strength and great endurance, above all, is in the developing age. I'm confident such a person does not exist unless they are the devil. But that was impossible with a group of frail folks who could die at any time. It's like starting a quest for devil kids. I'm almost certain he won't locate a suitable child. I first started thinking of my late birth as a blessing when I was seven years old. But. After all, who told him about my failed escape attempts? Then there's the story of me defeating the men who wanted to buy me. I have not made any enemies. Why am I having such bad luck? That's why he specifically recruited a child like me who was under the required age. If it wasn’t for the kidnappers who could control me with death control magic from the slave contract, I wouldn't have stayed silent until now. My heart stopped as I heard the announcement. I silently cursed the name that said it. Stepping into the car, he prepared. He and four other people looked at the children. They were still standing there looking at us with admiring eyes, and we were in tears. The four of them wept with delight and hope, while I sobbed with frustration. I pledged at that precise time that I would get stronger and use my own two hands to free myself from the link that holds me. Then came the sunset, which painted the entire sky a vivid red color like blood. The surrounding environment became oddly poetic and calm, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. In addition to the creaking of the wheels and the sounds of us conversing, there were also the noises of birds and insects. Those are novel sounds that will feel noisy and uncomfortable at first, but listening longer brings a strange sense of peace. These are unusual noises that will feel noisy and uncomfortable at first, but listening for a longer period will bring a peculiar sensation of tranquility. Perhaps it was the warmth of the light and a rare sensation of tranquility that caused me to fall asleep. When it was late at night, the cart horse carrying us stopped at a large and somewhat antique building. This is where professional and cold-blooded killers train. Those who do not keep up will be eliminated. An air of cold and breathlessness emanates from this place, which is more terrifying than the purple aura around me. As a small seven-year-old child, I am aware of how dangerous my current situation is.