Snippet #113

Reworking the Coliseum didn't take long, its preparation was in its final stages when the king had mercilessly slayed the poor slave. The king walked through the outer rim of the arenas stone hallways and up the cold stone steps to the highest balcony overlooking the battlegrounds of the arena itself. There was a throne for the king to sit as well as seats on ether side of it, one for the Montale family and one for the kings reigning champion Genox. The Coliseum could fit thousands of people and whenever the games began they would be packed to the brim of bloodthirsty onlookers. The general populace rarely ever entered to spectate, the arena games sickened them. But all the less savvy types would come to watch as well as hundreds of corrupt guards.

Genox himself had walked on to the sandy arena below the king who he looked up at nodded. It was time for the yearly tradition, one that was done each year once the improvements and preparations were complete. The blood ritual, where the first arena fight would take place long before the games ever began. It was something that Genox looked forward to, he relished in senseless killing. The games opened and three men in slave garbs were pushed forward, armed with nothing but a mere dagger. They all were terrified and cowering, not a warrior among them.

"Why the glum look fellas!" Genox bellowed playfully in his almost supernaturally deep voice as he unsheathed his sword, he actually swung his shield over his back knowing he wouldn't need it. "This is a chance of a lifetime!, kill me and you go free!" Genox laughed, it was an empty promise. The slaves stood no chance agains't him. It was not going to be a battle, just a slaughter.

Genox approached the first slave who backed up until he was walled up agains't the arena barriers. Genox stood with his sword down allowing the slave an open attack, as the slave tried to stab Genox the dagger shattered on his chest plate. The slave immediately sobbed. "It was a good try.." Genox said without the slightest hint of remorse in his voice. He impaled the defenseless slave through the face before twisting the blade and snapping his neck. The slaves neck bone burst through the skin send a stream of blood spurt outward from the lifeless body.

As Genox played with the lifeless victim a second slave had approached from behind, knowing it was die fighting or die cowering. The slave raised the dagger to strike but Genox quickly spun around sending his sword across the slaves stomach, screams followed as his intestines began to slid out from the gash, he futility tried to hold them in. Genox placed the tip of his blade just beneath the screaming slaves chin before pulling the sword upwards, through his jaw and all the way out the top of the slaves head, splitting his head completely in half letting brain matter pour out. "I really hate it when they scream.." Genox mumbled.

The third slave threw his dagger on the ground and threw himself at Genoxs feet. "Please I have three children....I have been a good slave.." He pleaded. "You have nothing to worry about...we would never leave a child an orphan....I killed all three" Genox replied darkly. Before the horror struck man could reply Genox had grabbed him and turned him around, plunging the sword all the way through his back and out his stomach. the man screamed high pitched and loud as Genox held the impaled soul still. He placed his hand on his back and suddenly force his hand through, with one swift movement he yanked and pulled part of the mans spine through his skin and followed through by snapping it. "Huh..you did have a spine..weak though it was" Genox giggled walking off of the arena, the blood ritual had been completed.