A God's Apocalyptic Entertainment 82 Repor

The wooden table that was in front of me was smashed to pieces, the elf I call master had destroyed it out of anger.

"SAY THAT AGAIN!"

He screamed at the trembling elf that was kneeling off to the side. I watched quietly behind him and hoped that he would finally lose himself in anger and attack the kneeling elf. He had never had a good temper to begin with.

It took all my self-control not to smile at the though.

"We have lost contact with 3 of the groups you sent out, to take care of the heretics. Elder!"

He bowed his head even lower as he finished speaking.

*Bang*

*Crash*

The plate of food that had been placed on the side tables were also destroyed and flung about.

"Those d.a.m.n b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!"

"Heretics!"

"Lowly Beasts!"

He got angrier and angrier as he smashed the furniture around the room and no one dared to move.

"Killing my children wasn't enough! Now they take it even further!"

"Unforgivable!"

"ARGH!"

It seems he had cut himself while he was flailing his arms around in an unsightly fashion. Drops of blood came out and dripped on the ground, as he gasped for breath. No one else in the room made a sound. He was the high elder of the clan and couldn't be disobeyed by anyone.

After being transported here to this strange place, with no rhyme or reason, he had total control of the village. Before he was below the patriarch, that had gone to another town for a meeting, when all this happened

The patriarch wasn't much better than the high elder, with their strict beliefs, but the high elder was much worse. After taking control of the village and coming into power, he made even stricter rules for non-elves and blamed us for the predicament.

About 1 third of the non-elves, that were transported with the village, were killed in a day. It killed 2 birds with one stone, as the elves vented their anger and also collected the meager EXP that the non-elves had. No the Slaves, had.

Back in our home world of Edrisal, the world was ruled by elves. They had been one of the first sentient races and had developed technology way before all other civilizations.

With the rise and growth of humans on the horizon, the elves had predicted the calamity that was man. Using their knowledge and power they launch a preemptive strike against all other civilizations and enslaved them with special magic.

They had turned all other races into slaves that would do their bidding and help grow their empire. As they believed in the world tree and worshiped that which gave them life, they populated the planet with trees and over the years no land ma.s.s couldn't be seen littered with gigantic trees.

They killed all that they considered d.a.m.ned by the world tree, leaving none alive to fight against them. The dragons also being one of the earliest living races on the planet tried to fight back, but were ultimately defeated.

The elves used their slaves as cannon fodder to tire the dragons, before coming in and killing them. Slaves were only good for menial labor and not taught higher learning. From birth till death, they will only be taught to serve.

After taking the whole planet and turning everyone into slaves, to do the world trees bidding and their own, they started the golden era of the elf kingdom. The kingdom that was started would last an eternity, with elves as the rulers.

With their increased life spans, that would eclipse all other races, they easily were able to control the direction of history. With their growth in power, they began to believe in the fact that they were superior to all races. They had greater magical capacity, longevity, acuity, fighting techniques. They eclipsed all races in everything.

Even if one race was greater in strength they had wisdom to suppress them. They started to consider themselves the perfect race and all beneath them. Their hubris lead them to treat all other races less and less like living beings.

At the time we had transferred, slaves were used from everything, from living toilets, to fertilizer, to livestock for some. Being considered as less than beast, they had no rights.

This extended to everything under heaven as they considered even sentient plants like myself, lower beings. Even though I would be closer to something like the world tree, that was their guiding pillar, they treated all other races the same.

Of course not everyone was enslaved over the long years; some had gone into hiding, trying to make lives for themselves. That was what my parents had been doing when they had me. We were found when I was 4 years old and could still remember the treatment they gave to my parents.

I gripped my fists tightly, as I calmed myself down and wiped my expression. I couldn't let my thoughts wonder. It was almost a blessing to come to a different world like this. There was no empire ruling over us, there were no more elves, other than the ones here.

I wanted nothing more to kill them!

As the thought crossed my mind I felt a small burning above my heart and looked down at the small tattoo that sat there. I felt it induce pain in me and let that pain settle my resolve; I would kill them for everything they had done to me and my parents.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

My eyes flickered to the high elder, as he shouted at another slave that was standing to the side. She was the person that was supposed to clean up the table, after he was done eating. There were bruise marks on her face and her ears that were once round, indicative to her human race, had been sharpened into tips.

The elves like to do this to the slaves, to make them more, elf like. Even our appearance disgusted them.

The small woman shivered in fright as the high elder yelled.

"Clean this up!"

A small root flew out from the ground that we were standing on and whipped her in the face. It left a huge gash of red on her face, as she tried not to whimper. I think I remember her; she was a new addition to the town just before it was transported. Her family had been hiding out some where before they were found. It looks like she lived most of her life as a free person.

The huge change to becoming a slave is hard to adjust too. She walked over as quickly as she could and got down on the ground trying to fix the mess. It was a mistake on her part. After being a slave for so long, you could notice the cold gleam in the high elders' eyes, as he looked down at her.

He didn't really want her to clean up the mess; he was looking for someone to vent his anger on. And he would never do it to another elf like himself. He would always do it to us non-elves.

I gritted my teeth as I watched what happened next. While the new slave was down on the ground, trying her best, roots came out from the ground and bonded her feet and arms. She couldn't move.

He then pulled another root, with thorns on it, down from his side. This was one of his personal favorite weapons. He had it hand crafted for him by a weapon smith and had it strengthened when he was just a little boy.

How did I know this?

He would ramble on about it, as he used it on me.

*Crack*

*Snap*

He raised the handmade whip up and brought it down with all his strength, as the woman that was bound started to panic. This could be the first time this has happened to her. I could see her tears already falling as she realized what was going to happen.

I could do nothing but watch on as he whipped her.

*Crack*

"You inferior race!"

*Snick*

"You lowly slave, being so slow!"

*Snap*

"This is all you are good for!"

*Crack*

*Crack*

*Crack*

He continued raining blows down on her, even when she stopped moving, and I had to stand there and watch. I couldn't just walk out; I had to stay there until he was done. My own scars started to throb, as I watch this go on and on.

My eyes turned to the elf that had delivered the bad news, he had been scarred for a little while at the elders' harsh tone, but now that he saw the poor woman was taking the beating, he was happy. I could see his disgusting eyes and c.r.a.ppy smile as he looked on.

He was getting off on watching this happen; well most of these d.a.m.n elves had that type of disposition.

It made me sick.

*CRACK*

With one finally hit that resounded out with all his strength, he finally stopped and spat down at the woman, he liked to do that sort of thing.

The newly inducted slave was lying face down, she was still alive but probably wished she was dead. Her body was riddled with red scars, whip marks and blood. She had p.i.s.sed herself from the pain and was convulsing slightly. I think she had bit her tongue, as blood was coming out from her lips.

He looked down at her with a disdainful look and motioned for the elf that was still kneeling by the side, with a huge smile. He stood up in a happy manner and walked over. Bowing, he waited for his orders.

"Take her to the Cattle area!"

"Yes!"

He responded loudly, before hesitantly asking.

"Can I have a bit of time with her first, before I take her there?"

The high elder frowned and I wanted to strangle the man.

"She isn't that good looking?"

"My younger brother needed to learn some things."

Realization dawned on the high elder and he didn't think much of it anymore. This type of stuff happened all the time.

"Make sure not to kill her."

That was all he said, as he started to put away his whip and reach for a gla.s.s of wine off to the side.

The younger elf smiled and dragged of the dim eyed woman. She was done for. I could see it in her eyes, when she was being dragged by, her mind had been broken. And if it wasn't now, it would be soon.

Other than that disgusting elf and his brother doing what they will with her, she was now going to the cattle room. It was the place where slaves were sent when they were of not much use or had good genes.

If a slave had a good look and appearance, they would be sent to the cattle area, to make even better looking slaves, it would make us look more like elves in later generations. Of course they would still be slaves, but they would look better. That was the thought process of the elves.

They also sent you there if you were no good for manual labor; they needed more slaves to advance their society, for them to live better.

Elves for all their pandering and preaching of being the superior race were very bad at having off spring. It was rare for them to have children and their population, even on our home planet, was small. It even became a joke that most slaves would use to insult them.

Though such insults would definitely get you killed, it was a good feeling.

The high elder got his gla.s.s of wine and turned back to me, I was standing to the side and made sure to keep my face empty. He approached closer and then caressed my face, with his disgusting grin.

"You have such a beautiful face. Almost as good as an elf's. Too bad you were born without the grace of the world tree."

His eyes twinkled as he looked at my face. It was something he would regularly beat up, but he would always make sure to heal it.

The sick b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

He finally looked away from me and stopped caressing my cheek. I wanted to vomit from his touch.

"Bring out all you treants and send one with each party that goes out. I want to know exactly when they find those heretics."

"If they are destroyed I will not be able to make more of them for quite som.."

*Smack*

He crushed the wooden cup that was in his hand and wine splashed over his clothes. Before I could say anymore, he turned around and backhanded me in the face.

"Did I say you could talk back!"

I was forced back as he started to beat into me now. As I was being beaten down, I smiled to myself. They would be able to find this place quicker, the more treants they run into. This pain was nothing, just the thought of all the elves here dying, exhilarated me.

I kept my mouth shut and waited for it to end. After a few minutes he was done venting all of his rage and went to get himself another gla.s.s of wine.

"Just get it done, now!"

I said nothing and nodded. I could finally leave this place and get away from this piece of garbage.

As I opened the door to the outside and was about to make my way over to the treants, I heard his low voice behind me. I turned back to see him looking down at the red stain of wine on his clothes. He had a new gla.s.s in his hand and was smiling dangerously towards me.

"You made me spill my drink. You'll have to be punished tonight."

He tapped the whip on his waist. I said nothing as I closed the door and walked out.

Almost, just a bit longer.