Mors' hurried footsteps resounded down the tight corridor as the morning sun streamed through the barred windows. A nauseating stench bombarded his senses causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust.

Behind him swung a door, barely hanging on its hinges as it bumped into a dismembered arm lying on the ground. -"I am out of time; this is the last one."

Inserting a large bronze key into a metal door, Mors unlocked it and gave it a good kick, swinging it open so fast that it embedded into the wall, sending stone chips flying.

Cowering at the back of the room where hundreds of humanoids consisting of every race Mors knew of, and even a few he didn't.

Mors had gotten impatient and in his rush, had missed a guard's vitals allowing him to scream out in agony before being forever silenced. The slaves had obviously heard this, and with Mors' entrance were preparing for the worst, well most of them anyway.

Standing between Mors and the other slaves were two hulking men covered from head to foot in tribal tattoos, grim expressions displaying that they were prepared to die but would not do so quietly.

Ignoring the men, Mors scanned the room and sighed in disappointment, his helmet muffling the sound, making it sound like he was annoyed. -"Apart from the two glaring at me, this lot is almost worthless. I guess I was expecting too much after the last place full of ex-Templar."

Clearing his throat, Mors broke the awkward silence. "I am prepared to release you on three conditions. 1) You will wear a red armband at all times until you exit this city. 2) You will not attack anyone with a red armband, any rampaging monsters or any female demons you encounter. 3) You will cause as much chaos as possible while you try to escape. Run or fight it matters not to me. All those who agree to please step forth."

Only the eldest tattooed man moved forward. "Do not toy with our hearts lad. Hope can be a poison if given and then taken away."

Mors' figure flicked and instantly appeared in front of the man, landing a fist into his stomach with enough strength to make him drop to his knees. He didn't need to do this as he could have just commanded it, and the collars around their next would have forced them to comply, but his patience was growing thin and time was of the essence.

Before the man could react, Mors grabbed hold of his collar with both hands and pulled it apart, causing a deafening clanging noise as it fell to the floor.

The man's eyes went wide. "You... who are you? Only those who have surpassed the strength of a Duke can break a collar with strength alone."

Mors tossed the man a grey stone with small red runes carved into it as he started walking towards the door. "That stone will remove the collars from the others. Oh, and I wouldn't drink any of the water in this city unless you want to experience a slow, agonising death."

The man rose to one knee and bellowed. "My name is Thor and with me, is my brother Skaleg. We are of the Behemoth Clan and never forget our debts. Where will we be able to find you when we have complete your tasks?"

Mors walked through the door and disappeared, his voice echoing back into the room. "If you still feel like joining me when you see what I am capable of, just follow the trail of bodies.

Mors exited the building and glared at the sun as if it was his worst enemy. -"So times finally up. Still, the gods seem to be smiling upon me; those two look like they will be able to create quite the diversion."

Erupting into a quick jog, Mors dashed down the street, drawing the curious gazes from everyone that he passed. Almost ten minutes later Mors skidded to a halt in front of a large, embellished road plaque. -"God damn it, I didn't tell them when to start... If they start too soon, all my plans will be ruined, I have been too sloppy. If this had been any of the times in my old world, I would have been hung, drawn and quarters by now."

Shrugging his shoulders, Mors marched into the street, past the sign that read 'Embassy Road' and towards a large white marble building proudly standing in the centre. -"What will be will be, the Bridges have been burnt; there is no turning back. The time for preparation is done. Now its blood, sweat and the enemies tears."

Reaching the front gate he slammed a fist into his chest, saluting the two guards and gave the most courteous bow he could. "I bring information from the demon hunt. It is imperative I speak with the High Executioner immediately."

Both guards looked nervously at each other, then up to an open window where faint moans of pleasure leaked, barely audible. "I am sorry the High Exec...."

Mors interrupted the man. "If I don't report this now, my life will be forfeit; I will interrupt her myself if it causes you problems."

Both the guards heaved a sigh of relief as they stepped aside. "Thanks... even since she threw the lieutenant out the window, my heart has nearly stopped every time I see her."

Mors marched past the guards and through the open door where he quickly ascended the grand stairs in front of him. Walking the corridors like he belonged there, any of the maids or butlers that came across him bowed and stepped aside.

As Mors got closer, the pleasured moans of Diana's voice echoed down the corridors causing a smile that could turn freeze fire, to spread over his face as he retrieved a handful of red stones -"Talk about getting caught with your trousers down."

Stopping in the middle of a hallway, Mors drew his bastard sword as flames licked out of the slits in his helmet and he stared at the wall. "Knock Knock."