Slavery is theft — theft of a life, theft of work, theft of any property or produce, theft even of the children a slave might have borne.
The ten slaves in front of Pablo said they were not people anymore. They were things. A property.
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Pablo agreed to them to some extent but he still wanted them to run away.
"So this red seal on your chest makes sure you don’t run away from your master? What does it do exactly? And where are you people sold? What about your parents and stuff?" Pablo asked some rapid questions.
The eldest slave answered them without any problem.
"This red seal shows that we are slaves. We have been sold and we now belong to someone else. We can’t work anywhere other than near our Master. We are just supposed to listen to our master’s order. And if we did try to run away, then this red seal will act and we will die of heart attack.
But if you want to go in more detail then all the slaves who haven’t been bought have a white seal on them and when someone buys them they pour a few drops of their blood on the white seals of the slaves. And then, the white seal turns red and the process of slaving is complete.
This man brought us for some royal and he was carrying the blood of that royal. So he poured that blood on our seals and now we are slaves of that royal. He told us about the Royal man while we were on our way to this city.
And you asked about our parents. So some of us are orphans and some were sold in the slave market by their parents themselves. They needed the money. Like this girl."
The slave gestured at a girl and Pablo looked at her.
The girl seemed the youngest of the ten slaves and she was the one who was afraid the most.
’So Lord Bitter likes little girls. If the FBI would be here it’d be busy all day.’
"Keep talking." Pablo would like to hear more.
The slave was willing to talk.
"This girl was sold by her father and this man brought her for a lot of money. She is the most expensive among all of us for some reason. And you asked where we are sold, I am surprised you don’t know that. But I will tell you anyway.
There is a city at the very South of this Kingdom. Its name is Quintus. It’s a city for slaves and the sellers. There happens auctions, and slaves roam there in hope someone could buy them. There is one such city in every kingdom."
’So they are like beggars.’
’You have to abolish the slavery from this world, Pablo. Slavery isn’t right.’ Cupid said.
Pablo smiled. ’Yeah. Slaves should be free.’
’If you would have said that without a smile I would have found it positive.’
Pablo ignored the Angel and focused on the slave man.
"So technically you all are still slaves of that Royal. Is that right?"
"Yes."
"Is there any way to remove the seal?"
"Yes. The death of the master. But most masters order the slaves to be slaves of their future generations as well. And because of the red seal we have to obey the order."
"So if your master dies then the red seal will again turn to white seal and when someone else pours their blood on the seal again, you will become slaves once more but of a new master. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"But you are away from that Royal, who is your master, right now so why aren’t you feeling any pain?"
"Because that Royal has yet to acknowledge us as his slaves. After he does that, this red seal will shine and we will officially be his slaves. Right now, we are unofficial slaves of that Royal."
"What a complicated shitty process. It should be simple."
’It shouldn’t even exist. What are you talking about?’ Cupid retorted.
Pablo ignored her again and asked a question that came to his mind.
"Who makes these seals anyway?"
"There is an old man in Quintus. He has an Ego that helps him do this. He is very old and somehow he is still alive and well." The slave answered.
Pablo nodded. "Can this seal be overwritten?"
The slave frowned. "I don’t know about that. No one ever tried to do that."
"I see. If it could be overwritten then-"
"It is… possible."
"Hmm?"
"Not me."
The male slave pointed at the youngest girl.
Pablo looked at her.
’So she can speak.’
"You said something, girl?"
The girl flinched but she managed to speak. "The seal can be overwritten."
"It can? Tell me. Don’t be scared." Pablo tried to be nice but his bloodied face didn’t help him at all.
The girl didn’t make eye contact with Pablo.
"I.. I heard it from someone. If someone with a higher rank of Ego than the original master drops their blood on the seal it can be overwritten." The girl answered and Pablo’s lips curled up.
"That so?"
The slaves didn’t like Pablo’s smile.
"What is it, sir?" The male slave asked.
"Listen, the royal you all got sold to is a piece of shit. He will have sex with you day in and out. Boys and girls alike. So it’s better if you don’t go to him."
"Then?"
"So, if what you said is true and you can never do anything other than slavery then would you all give me permission to overwrite your seal and become your master?" Pablo proposed and Sera and Cupid jerked their heads at him. Andrezj was calm though.
’You are supposed to abolish slavery. Not buying some for yourselves.’
"Why do you need slaves, dear? You already have that Flashy."
Pablo didn’t reply to both girls and just stared at the ten slaves in front of them.
"I am in." The eldest slave replied.
"Me too." Another slave replied.
"Me too." One more came on board.
"I am too." Another one joined.
"Sa-same here.." The youngest girl was okay too.
And one by one, all ten slaves were ready to make Pablo their master.
’Just like I expected.’ Pablo was smiling inwardly.
"How can you all agree so easily?" Sera asked. She was taken aback by the quick agreement of the slaves.
The elder slave sighed. "First of all, he is the one who killed the person who bought us. We all felt good by his death.
And second, this man did something that no one would ever do to a slave."
"And that is?" Sera wanted to know.
All ten slaves looked at Pablo.
"He asked for our permission."