Chapter 6 – Dolce of Alva

Indeed, if she stayed in that mansion, she would have been part of the dead and mangled corpses lying around the mansion of her kin. Dolce, of Alva, looked at the gore-filled hell before her. The guards that she was with entered while her maidservant covered her mouth in disgust.

“What happened here?”

Though calm she was happy that she went to the bank. Before the dust storm started she collected some of the gold coins to buy the dumb slave her relative bought. She expected to return the way it is but to witness such disgusting scene made her feel like the dust storm was her lucky charm.

Indeed, if she stayed and died, she wouldn’t worry about the bastards that killed her. She would meet them in hell herself. But Dolce didn’t have the wanting to die. She just got her freedom and decided to play around. She was supposed to be wed to some rich scum. That ‘scum’ died and in defiance of the Alva title. She came to this city located in the middle of a desert to stay with her degenerate relative.

When her relative bought some slaves, she mustered the courage to grab the malnourished one and played with him. The slave didn’t understand her. But he wasn’t dumb and he could follow gestures. She was inexperienced, and she made that slave as her testing doll. She made that slave suffer. The slave was tough and through strange arousal she found herself having anal sex with the slave. The pleasure and pain she felt was quite something. She wanted to buy that slave for her own pleasure. But it seems like that slave ironically saved her from being one of the corpses that she sees.

“Madam, the people inside are dead.”

“I can see that.”

Dolce waved the guard away. She looked at the pile of bodies. Her eyes glimpse of the bloody scene. The innards splattered on the walls; the brains smashed into walls. A pool of blood that filled an entire square block and the various crumpled armor that lay on the ground made her strangely unaffected.

“Madam what should we do?” says her maidservant.

“Chase the escapees. Family is family. This hideous massacre shall not be tolerated.”

“Yes!”

The maidservant scurried away. Dolce started to her feet and walk upon the bloodied mansion. She passed the halls and saw the corpses mangled and clawed. To her surprise, she found herself in the room where the slaves were or at least the four where that slave should be. She expected nothing. But she found it strange that those demi-humans would take a human would them.

“Madam, we found the master of the house.”

“Oh.”

She turned her back away and followed the guard. There, she found her relative lying on his pool of blood with his head split apart. The ‘relative’ who took her in was at least nice to her. She felt pity but that was all she can give to this relative.

“Mhm, it seems like they unclothed the guards.”

The guard that was with her relative was either unclothed or torn apart by a claw or some sort of battleaxe. His relative seems like he was cleaved by a battleaxe. She noticed the trail of rag clothes. One of them was from the slave Cattus girl who the guard played with a lot. Then, the cloth of the slave she had the first time of having sex with.

“Madam!” a guard shouted. “The vaults and all the money that the master had are all gone!”

That was not good, she thought. She moves to where the vault is and there she saw the safe that her relative had torn apart. All the gold and trinkets that could be found were almost gone. There is some leftover but it was pretty scarce.

She moved and checked the vault. After that, she left the vault only to find what she expected. The ‘carriage’ she brought here was gone. It was a gift to her relative but now it was stolen by the slaves. She found herself in a bad mood. She kept her calm look but there is a brewing rage inside her heart.

“Make sure to find the slaves and the carriage. The dust storm should have hampered their travel. There’s no way that they would be able to cross the desert without the help of mounted pullers dragging the carriage by the use of a sled. So move!” she ordered.

The guards who heard began to move. The maidservant that was with Dolce kept vomiting in disgust. She saw degenerate thing while working for the lady. But the sight of all this blood didn’t well with her. It was her first time seeing so many dead bodies. She thought that it was lucky that she was out to gather coins when all of this happen.

Dolce of Alva sat on the stone block while adjusting her frilly black skirt. She thought how she should take care of this problem. Tugging her springy golden braid, Dolce of Alva then saw the stardust that comes after the storm. It was spectacular as always but she had things to think off. After all, here was she surrounded by corpses and a vault so empty along with an expensive carriage of a gift stolen.

This was not okay. She would have to care of all of this. She was quite defiant to her clan but with how things are. Alva of Dolce could only lower her shoulders. A fierce look came upon her face. As if awakened, she started to give commands to her people. There were only a few of them, but she knows that a noble title holds weight. That’s why she was confident that she could have the slaved chased.

A mansion massacred by four slaves. This thing will not last and the news about the mansion massacre will be exposed. So why would she need to hide it any longer?

Then, the city guards responded to the call. And like Dolce, they imagined the four slaves could not get away. And knowing that, the guards made the whole city locked the gates. Of course, she knew that finding the four slaves wasn’t going to be easy.