AT THE SIDE OF SIR HENREY'S MANSION - NIGHT.

₊˚* A bang and a loud shout of anger ringed throughout the silent forest to the left of the mansion, causing many animals to scatter. The noise came from the one and only Henry Carnel, a cruel look on his face as he kicked his servant. That slave was Silas Acaster, letting out a groan and he was kicked in his ribcage. It might of broke or might have not, who knows at this point. Bruises, burn marks, and cuts littered around the slave's body, his eyes puffy from tears and pain.

"And you're going to stay out here until I say you can COME BACK IN!!"

Sir Henry said with a loud shout, kicking Silas once more. After that, he just spat on him, pulling out a cigar and lighting it, walking away. The male stayed silent as his master walked away, clutching his stomach due to his hunger. Silas was truly tired of all of this. Tired of being beaten for doing something wrong. Tired of being used as beat up tool for this stupid nobel. Tired of being treated like garbage even though he didn't do anything wrong. Tired of thinking that maybe dying would be better than the life he was living right now.

He truly just dreamt for freedom. Is that too hard to ask for? To live a life where he didn't have to worry about being beaten, or starved, or cleaning the horse stables. That would be a dream, to get revenge on every single one of the people who did him wrong. But alas, a man could only dream before he gave up on that dream, because they eventually loose hope in their dreams and life. Silas let out a quiet sigh and looked up at the moon, not having the motivation to get up because his body was in so much pain. But when he looked ahead of him, he was met with a beautiful but frightening figure he has never seen before. Who was that? Silas wasn't sure. But he could almost sense something... off, about them. A bit demonic.