Death-Bound

Being

Chapter One

What is a death-bound? Is it a Curse? Or a Blessing? I can never fathom how I became one, for I lived my life as someone else before I became his death-bound. A death-bound has strength that normal humans cannot have. They have the speed that no man can acquire. Lastly, our heartbeat can never seize until their master wishes it. We are somehow immortal, but we are mere mortals who just can't die normally.

Death-bounds stands depending on the bell they wear. Their masters can only be royalties, who has the knowledge of blood magic. It is said that even royalties can be bound, if their bloodline is at the advantage of those i the throne. Perhaps I am one the victim of the latter. 

You are may be wondering why I am a death-bound...some say it is a blessing to bring death to those who make people suffer. They say its justice. My master chose me among thousands of his slaves...to become his death-bound. I kill for my master and he alone could free me, which is my curse. I can have everything but the freedom to choose my own destiny.

As long as my master wants me, I will be one of his own. I will serve with my soul and give him my all. No, I am not one of his many whores. Nevertheless, yes, I have given him my all. I am called with many names...devil, I am called by those I kill...puppet by jealous mistresses who lived inside my master’s harem. Jem by them who knows me in the castle. Death by my Master himself, at the throne room when we meet for an assignment, I am but an assassin who kills for his whim. 

You’re may be wondering why I serve a man like him. What he looks like? What made me one of his slaves? The man whom I killed first as a death-bound sold me to him. It wasn't a struggle to kill the person who treated you like a pet and a w***e. I really delighted in the memory of finally cutting the throat of him who broke the person I was before. And freeing all the women whom he had kept in his private brothels. My master wants my justice first, before the justice of those whom he honors. But I never did understand why he had chosen me.

I was born from a noble family.  A princess whom now I had forgotten. The only thing I remembered was sealing her soul, her happiness so that she will not be stained. But I am her ans she is me. I just miss her at times, but she is forever lost now. I was abducted. Abused every single night. And threatened to my death and my peoples’. Then after they've seen that they have consumed my sou and they got tired of me, I was sold to the man who became my lord. First I was his worker. Handing odd kitchen jobs like butchering and killing beasts. I then became his men—as a civil guard for was had been eminent and the empire's expansion was at hand. Afterwards he took me to serve inside his keep. A maiden for one of his beloved mistresses. But she saw me as a threat rather than a help. She tired killing me but she could never kill me. I lay beside him but that happened only once...after that, I became his death-bound.

My Master is so much younger than those of the previous Emperors we have had. He was only fifteen when he started ruling, but now twelve years later his power is still growing as his empire continue to go beyond its boarder. His people only see a silhouette ever time he speaks to encourage them. He never shows his face to his slaves. To his mistresses, yes, but he does not smile nor speak a single word to them. They were after all just there for his pleasure's sake.

 People say he is a god, but he is just one of us—mortal. Physically he has deep blue eyes, eyes that which can take any one looking at it into his abyss of thoughts and schemes. His hair that would resemble the skies at the peak of dawn and dusk, which smelled like the freshest flowers of spring. His face would always resemble nobleness and dominance, yet remained full of care and justice for his entire subjects. Yet for me, he is a symbol of my death. Death in such that I can never be the person I once was until he frees me.

I am called to his presence once or twice a week, depending on the monsters I  had kill. However, I am not like his other slaves. My lord rewards me with things that are pleasant in men’s eyes. Precious to those who are filled with greed. But sadly they are worthless to me. I ask only one thing from my lord. One thing that he won’t give. He said I’m stubborn to ask nothing but my freedom every time we meet. Yet it’s the only thing he dares not to give. Freedom, nothing more will I ask, however he would not give it. My Master, hated by many, envied by all, loved by his mistresses yet some still despise. I dare not want to speak of my feelings for him, yet I do wish to always see his face. I loved him since he bought me and even before…since he took me away from the hell I dwelt in for so many years. He took me to be his own but soon I became his death-bound.

“Je-er-Jem” Rave one of my master’s men called me from my seating chamber, he was already been welcomed by a hand maiden who is attending on my care into my quarter. “The Master wishes for your presence.”

I looked at him with my emotionless face as if there is no one there. “Yes…I’ll be there.” I answered him while watering my plants—my constant companion. “I’ll be there in a moment.” he gave me a courtesy nod  left after hearing my words to continue on his businesses-he after all is one of the Master's most trusted men.

 Although I’m allowed to linger out side of the master’s own I would choose to stay in my chamber and take care of my plants…I never did want to go out. I go out once or twice a week, depending on Margaritta—my baroness—who would always want to buy me dresses and stuff that an ordinary girl would envy. Master appointed her himself, telling her to treat me as her own daughter. She visits me everyday, giving me meals and washing me up. Taking care of me as if I'm a toddler who needed to be fuzzed over. She is my dear friend as well.

“My dear child, you’ve been summoned once again? My…it’s been twice this week.” Margaritta said in a worried tone. She had just folded some of the accessories of the clothes she insisted me to wear few days prior.

“Monsters are numbered in millions Margaritta,” I said to her while dressing into a Death-bound's armor, light weight and perfect for an assassin. “I’ll be back tonight…hopefully.” 

“Yes, God’s speed and be careful my child.” I just gave her a smile as my farewell and I headed to my Master’s presence. At the age of twenty-seven, my Master does not show his age. He looks as if he just passed his twentieth birthday. Though his job of ruling an empire would be stressful, it is as if he is not affected at all by it.

“You called, Master?” I asked kneeling down.

“Yes, Death, I have…” he said looking at me. “Please, I wish to see your face.” in the Emperor’s throne room my Master would talk to me in private, therefore the no one not even his most trusted generals would be allowed to hear what we are conversing about. I stood up and look at him straight in the eye. And then I saw all the lust that he sees in me. His eyes would show his feeling as quickly as he stop people from noticing it. His skin would show the glow of health. His whole physique would declare his strength and agility. I myself thought that his mouth would only speak words of wisdom yet he proved me wrong. His voice was soft as the wind caressing a lonely feather in its grasp. He looked at me with lust and care at the same time. And then spoke these words, “a certain noble woman went to my presence this morning. She wishes her husband's death. Of course, I cannot act upon her request with out the proper investigations, which proved to me that even the slightest detail of the gentle man’s robe could result to his death. There are certain rules that states ‘a man shall only have one wife’ meaning the only way to marry again was to either wait till your spouse perish or you’d figure out a way to get out of that marriage by simply killing your wife or your husband.” I gave my master a questioning look. “I’m not saying that the noble woman wants to marry another man but the other way around. You see, that noble woman is the one wanted to be killed by that worthless husband of hers, considering the fact that she’s richer than him and he has an illicit relationship with that noble woman’s niece who is almost fifteen years younger than her and of course ambitious as well. Her husband tried poisoning her, but being cleverer than he thinks she is, she just dodged that worthless trap that was set before her. Of course if she dies all her riches would be on her husband’s grasp…you know what I mean. Her title and all her Estates will be left to a husband whose nobility is but of a kitten's hair.”

“Yes, my Lord.” I said and bowed. “Is there anything else?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “There is one thing.” He grinned as if thinking of it would put a shame on me. He looked at me with his tempting smile flashing before his face. “She wanted to have his testicles amputated and be sent to her in this red vessel.” He said that with a pout and then he again grinned when he saw the expression on my face. “I don’t know why she wanted it…if I were her…I’d rather have his p***s…it’s much more pleasurable.” he giggled but he immediately stopped when we heard a knock on the door. He sighed and said, “Rave will give you everything that you’ll ever need…and…”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“I wish to…” he paused as if gathering strength to tell me something. “Nothing…Go now.” he said resigned slouching back into the comfort of his throne. The master never really talks to anyone in such manner other than in my presence. He had always been so mischievous and naughty as a boy. I guess some don['t out grow their child likeness that fast. 

I went on my way. As expected Rave was waiting for me outside of the throne room’s door to supply me with all the information and details that their agent could possibly give. After five hours of undergoing terrain, which was plotted by the noble man, His traps were mere child play for me. He knew that his death is eminent. I could taste and feel his fear.  I finished my duty. I killed him so slowly to make him feel all the possible pain that I could inflict on him. I took his testicle even before his death would even surpass his worthless soul. Yes, killing these monsters is my pleasure. Once you've been tortured to your almost death, you'll be twisted in many ways, I smile in the midst of their deaths. Because I myself had became one of them—Monster.

I arrived at my chambers when it was at the darkest hour of the night. I wasn’t tired after everything, I still had the strength to take a bath. It’s very uneasy to sleep being stained by the monster I just killed…before closing my eyes to sleep; I remembered how that monster pleaded. He was squealing like a dying pig. He was very much afraid of death. Too afraid that he even wet his pants…and then I fell asleep.