Chapter 300 - A Binding Oath (1/2)

The light from the girls kept building until it was almost blinding, but Laz tried his best to look on anyway. Their scant bit of clothing was blown off as the immense energy of Laz's blood raced through their systems. Not only that, but the hum that Laz swore he could hear was getting louder and louder, almost sounding like a faint, but powerful song that couldn't be ignored.

As the brightness of the light reached a climax, the girls bodies seemed to be floating above the bed, each of them with their heads back, arms hanging limp at their sides while their legs were curled downward but loose.

Laz had no idea what was happening.

Suddenly, the girls heads shot up while their eyes opened, a white light projecting outward as a faint figure appeared behind them. Laz couldn't even make it out before the light and the figures were gone and the girls dropped weakly onto the bed, panting as though they had just exhausted themselves.

As Laz looked at the girls however, he noticed that the scars on their bodies didn't disappear, but they looked extremely awkward. The girls noticed that the scar on each other were still there as well, and then collectively sighed, thinking that it had failed.

The change might had escaped them, but it didn't escape Laz.

He reached forward with both his left and his right hand towards Death and Famine who were the two who had been up near his ċhėst and using his fingers, he rubbed bits of their scarred skin. The skin effortlessly peeled away in a large swath, revealing the snow white and flawless skin underneath. Death and Famine saw this and had to cover their mouths, not believing what they were seeing.

Laz then sat up more and reached forward again, this time peeling off large chunks of skin from War and Pestilence who had been next to his thɨġhs.

”Seems like it did work,” Laz said, seeing that the girls couldn't even get a word out.

As opposed to checking their own bodies, the girls instead reach over Laz to peel the dead scar tissue off of the sisters across from themselves. Seeing it effortlessly flake away, they all almost broke down crying.

Without another word, the girls got off the bed and starting with the oldest sister, Death, they circled around her and peeled all of the dead tissue off, revealing her unblemished skin underneath. They then repeated the process until the four peerless and now completely matching beauties were standing on the floor in front of the bed, totally nude with skin as smooth and white as the day they were born.

They broke down into tears as they hugged each other, unable to believe their eyes.

Watching this, even Laz was brought to tears. He could only imagine how much pain the girls had gone through, not only having gotten those scars, but also the last trauma it caused them having to live with them every day. There wasn't a female Laz knew of who wasn't concerned with how she looked. And even more than that, the judging gazes and stares people would give to those who were different wasn't something anyone wanted to experience.

Perhaps the girls worked in the bath house of the Heaven or Hell restaurant, but they would only be seen with the white coverings that hid their scars, never actually revealing their bodies to anyone out of shame. Never had they even thought of letting a man close enough to them to reveal their bodies to them. After all, they couldn't even have normal sėx, so why would a man even want to see their bodies? As for their bath house job, they only every spent time with the females of the restaurant, ones who knew about them but wouldn't judge them.

But now that was all behind them. And they knew who they had to thank for that.

Collecting themselves, they stood up and cleaned off the bed. Just before they sat back down again, a faint but powerful voiced echoed through the room.

”The price has been paid. The contract has been established. All things are now the will of heaven.” And with that, the humming and voice disappeared. But on the girls now flawless bodies, a mark appeared on their skin above their hearts. It was a black crescent moon, around which tribal lines spread slightly in a circle, almost making it seem like the moon was within a sun.

Their bodies shook from this as they lost feeling in their legs and feel onto the bed.

Laz also felt something change and looking down, Laz saw that on his own tattoo marking, four miniature tribal suns could be seen around the blood red moon while the black, withered tree remained unchanged. Laz felt like if he closed his eyes, he would be able to feel the heart beats of the four girls in front of him.

”What the hell?” Laz said to no one in particular.

-The contract was made of their own free will. They will serve you for life, or until they get strong enough to break away.- A voice in Laz's head explained before going silent. Laz wasn't sure, but it almost sounded like the voice of his dead teacher, Rak'sha.

”Huh....” Laz knew that whatever it was, wasn't lying. Laz felt like if he willed it, the girls in front of him would die with just a thought. It was quite a scary feeling.

”We are now bound to you, our master!” The girls all said at once with a smile on their faces.

”I'm sorry... you had just gotten rid of your scars and everything and now this...” Laz said while looking at the marks on the girls. Despite saying that, he couldn't help but feel slightly excited about basically having branded their bodies with his symbol. Unlike the blood red crescent moons on the four girls that marked them as an equal, these pitch black marks were like a slave symbol.

The girls all shook their heads and smiled at the same time, even going so far as to touch the symbol with a gentle tenderness.