46 Nemesis (1/2)

(Author's note: Kind of a long chapter. It is basically about nemesis' life until this point. There is some nasty bits but, nothing too bad. Just putting this here as a small disclaimer.)

-Subordinate

Name: Nemesis

Race: Fungal Humanoid Dracanae (rare)

level: 12

Required exp: 17,000

Health (???/???)

Resource- Mixed draconic energy(300/300)

Shared perk- Closed System

Loyalty: Max

Condition: normal

Seeing the experience requirement, I cringe. It has been getting larger and larger. Now that the wretched are no longer there to provide experience, I will have to find a new source of mobs. I'd rather not go to war with the various countries at the moment. They are much more dangerous to me than the wretched were as they have a lot of mages and assassins.

Looking at her being indoc-.... 'Educated' by Vulki, I can see that she has come to terms with what happened. In fact she looks a little excited....? Is that expression excited? I feel my heart sink as I realize that I may have another 'odd' one.

Nemesis POV-

Listening to this fire thing explain the situation, I am immediately drawn in. It seems that I was converted into an immortal creature under thae saint. My mind seems to have become a little weird. Or was it always weird?

I was born into slavery, like my mother before me. Our 'master', my father.... He was a priest that worshipped snakes. He was obsessed with finding a lamia. Unfortunately, they only appear on the surface so, he found the next best thing. Lizard people. I'm not to knowledgeable on my mother's past but, I know she suffered a lot under her previous master.

So the way she was treated by father made her fall in 'love' with him. She would always tell me how much she loved him and about how lucky I was to have a father that 'cared' about me. In reality, he only cared about her. Despite his loving attitude towards my mother for being a lizard person he saw me differently. I was an abomination. Nothing more than my identification code.....

He had a room below the shed we had in our yard. He would bring me there to 'play'. He would shout obscenities and laugh as he used his 'toys' to crush various bones and organs. He would always heal me after he was done and act as if we just had a normal time playing with toys.