~*~Followers of Azria ~*~ (A Story)

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Okay, first of all, this is my work, and only my work. Please do not copy this or claim it as yours. If enough people like this, maybe I will make it into a RP.

Prologue

"She has been captured, Goddess Azria." The humble servant reported.

The beautiful goddess shook her head in sadness; her long black hair whipping around her. "I really thought she was the Chosen One." She sighed as her metallic grey eyes looked into the crystal glass ball once more; trying to find something. The ball showed her anything that happened in the normal world. If someone went into the Underworld, the ball went dark and she could no longer see them.

Her servant nodded. "Me too. She was trained by the great Samir himself. The girl was taught anything and everything Samir knew about Rua Hunting. Even with her brother, she still got caught." The quiet servant sighed.

"Maybe we pushed her too hard. Maybe we should have waited a few more years. I know she is the Chosen One." Goddess Azria said.

"But how, Goddess Azria, how do you know?" The servant asked, his green eyes pleading for answers.

She smiled sadly. " The Chosen One's blood ran through her grandmother's blood three generations back. The same blood runs in her veins. The Chosen One can only be a woman, but may be assisted by a man."

He nodded. "I see, Goddess. Should we intervene?"

"Yes. But only a little." She looked at him and smiled. "I want you to intervene. You must teach the girl more than what Samir knows about Rua Hunting." She paused and the old servant's face light up into bright smile. "But, she will need an accomplice." She continued.

The old man nodded. "That will be arranged." He paused. "Thank you! Thank you, Goddess, for this wonderful chance to prove my faithfulness!" He said and started to leave.

She chuckled. "Oh, Lorcan. You have already proved your faithfulness in me many years ago." She smiled.
 
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Chapter 1

My heart pounded so hard it is as if a nuclear bomb went off as each fraction of a second passed. I was drenched in sweat from head to toe, and I heard a noise, a distinctive screeching noise that sounded oddly familiar. Suddenly, I felt something touch me. I was too afraid to move. I started to feel whatever it was claw down my back and out of the corner of my eye I saw blood drip onto the floor. But I still couldn't move. I ws too paralyzed with fear. Everything was completely numb to where I couldn't even feel the pain.

"Skylar, we've got another mission." Zeke, my shaggy haired big brother, told me as he grinned evilly.

"When?" I asked excitedly and looked up from the the file I was reading.

"Tomorrow. We gotta be ready tonight." He looked down at me. "Skylar Annabella Houser, you put those files down right now and enjoy life ! I mean come on! You can't read your way out of everything." He raised his eyebrows like he was right; which he probably was.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." I got up and walked to my small room in our two bedroom apartment that we had rented since our parents died. I packed all the weapons I needed and a few extra; Zeke was always forgetful. After dinner, we went to bed and then the next morning we headed out for our mission as usual.

The claw raked down my back again; shredding my favorite leather jacket. "Skylar, Skylar, Skylar. Such a pity that your brother had to die. He could have been very valuable." He chuckled and finally came into the light. His yellow eyes stared at me; black eyed, bloodied nose, my arms tied behind my back. "You see Skylar, you are very useful here in the Underworld. You will bring a high price come auction time." He smiled evilly.

I grunted. "If I'm worth so much, why'd you beat me too a pulp? You know, I don't think anybody's gonna want a half dead Rua Hunter." I spit in his face and he slapped me hard enough to give me another black eye. I smiled in satisfaction; I could take the pain and the beatings. "You're dodging the question."

He sighed. "Oh, Skylar. What you don't realize is that the more you fight, the more you struggle, the worse it will be." With that, he walked out of the small room and turned out the lights; leaving me in the darkness.
 
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Chapter 2

Splash! I woke up immediately and looked for whoever had dumped a bucket of ice water on my head. It was a husky man who didn't look too happy. "Oh great, I'm guessing you're gonna give me this whole speech about me being valuable, blah, blah, blah. Well guess what, I don't want to hear it."

The man rolled his eyes. "Let's go." Was all he said as he half dragged me out of my torture cell by my waist length blondish white hair. We arrived at a iron door that had a bunch of deadbolts on it. He unlocked them all and drug me through the glowing red portal on the other side. I looked all around; we were in the Underworld. Just where I wanted to be. I thought. The Underworld was basically a mirror image of the normal world, just after a nuclear war took place. All the buildings were rotting and there were potholes in the street big enough to bury a cow.

"We're in the Underworld." The man said quietly.

I rolled my eyes. "No, really? I thought we were in space." I said sarcastically.

He huffed and yanked me forward; surging through the large swarm of people. I winced as we walked towards a black building that looked like an abandoned skyscraper but without windows. He opened the door and drug me in.

"Ah, Myrick! What have we here?" A short woman with spiky pink hair, asked.

Myrick smiled. "Hello Aleta. We've got another one."

She smiled and turned to get a record book. "Okay. Name?"

"Skylar." He answered.

"Age?" She nodded and furiously scribbled my name.

He reported. "17."

"Species?" She asked and wrote down what he told her in her book.

"Rua Hunter, Follower of Azria." He said and I smiled smugly. Everyone in the Underworld were Rua followers unless of course, they were Rua Hunters who were caught and sold as slaves.

"Bottom price?" Aleta asked. I could see her as a nice woman, you know, if she wasn't a Rua worshiper with spiky pink hair.

"300 gold pieces." He stated. Glad to know I'm worth that much. I told myself. One gold piece was worth about 50 dollars in the human world.

She nodded. "Okay. Put her in there." She pointed to a cell next to a few other demons who were going to be sold into slavery as well. He shoved me in, cut the rope on my wrists, and slammed the door shut. I rubbed my wrists where I had been tied. There were a few Followers of Rua in the cells next to mine; awaiting auction time. I walked over to the small, hard bed and sat. Myrick and Aleta talked quietly for a few more minutes. They then hugged like they were good friends and Myrick walked briskly out the door. Aleta walked past the row of cells and glared at me. "Rua Hunters..." She muttered. I rolled my eyes and laid down. She walked to an office and disappeared inside. I could faintly hear another woman talking. Since I didn't have a pillow, I decided to use my shredded leather jacket. I yanked it off and stuffed it under my head. After getting as comfortable as I could on a rock hard bed, sleep came quickly.
 
Don't be afraid to comment and critique, guys. Alright, here's Chapter 3:

Chapter 3

Clank! Clank! Clank! I sat up and saw a large man banging a metal pipe on our cells. "Up, up, up! Let's go! Auction day!" He said and loud moans of protest were heard. "Oh quit your whining! C'mon! Cell A first!" He walked to Cell A and unlocked it. A boy who looked to be my age, stepped out. He was bruised but still walked with confidence and dignity. "Let's go!" The man yelled. The boy glanced back along the cells as I stood and walked to the front of my cell; grabbing the bars. His silver colored eyes locked with mine for a few seconds but it seemed like hours. I saw the markings of an Azria follower on his right forearm; the same marking I had, the same marking every Azria Follower had. I gave him a small smile and he returned it right as the Rua guard shoved him hard in the back with his metal pipe. They walked a few more steps until they arrived at a doorway. There was a faint sound of people shouting and an auctioneer trying to be louder than the crowd. The boy looked at me again and smiled sadly. The guard pushed him into the bright and loud ring.

After Cells B, C, and D were taken, I was next. The man came to my cell, unlocked it, and drug me out by my hair. He was at least six foot tall and 250 pounds so he didn't have to try too hard to get me to move. We walked to the door and he slammed it shut behind me. I looked around to see Rua followers everywhere bidding on me. The men who were in the ring pushed me around a few times to get me to move.

"We've got ourselves a Rua Hunter here! A genuine Follower of Azria! 17 years old. We'll start at 300!" The auctioneer shouted into the microphone and started taking bids. The men who'd pushed me were now shouting every time someone bid. Please not some creepy old dude. Or a big serial killer slash rapist person. Or a crazy old cat lady... I walked around the small ring a few times until I heard the auctioneer yell. "378! Going once! Going twice! Go-" He was cut off.

"620 gold pieces!" An aged voice yelled.

The crowd hushed and looked in awe at the elderly man who'd spoken up; 620 gold pieces was a lot of money. The auctioneer nodded. "Sold! To the old man in the back!" Creepy old dude, it is... After that, I was paraded out a different gate and handcuffs were placed on my wrists as the old man tromped down the dirt covered stands. A woman with a green Afro handed me to the old man and he gently tied a rope to the handcuffs. What is it with these people and their weird hairdos...? I wondered. "Come, child." He said quietly. I am not a child. I protested to myself and we walked down the line of sold slaves and stopped at a man with tattoos all down his arms. He was holding the boy from Cell A. He looked surprised when he saw me but didn't say anything. "Here's the other one, Master Lorcan."

He- Master Lorcan, nodded. "Thank you." He diverted his attention towards the boy. "Come here." He said softly.

The boy stepped forward and we started walking out of the building. "Hey." He whispered.

I kept looking forward but smiled a little. "Hey. What's your name?" I said quietly out of the side of my mouth.

"Weston Williams the second. But call me Wes." He stated, almost proudly. "Your's?"

I choked on a laugh. "So you initials are WWII? I'm Skylar Houser." I grinned.

He shrugged. "Your initials are SH." When he said the 'sh' part, he raised his cuffed hands to his face and put a finger on his lips.

Master Lorcan sadly smiled. "You children and your meaningless games. You will learn one day that names are minimal things."
 

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