Devouring Dragon Heir

The past few days had been busy for Necrolord. He had followed every instruction written in the scroll Klaus had given him.

The scroll had explained exactly how to start the first division of Klaus's Legion. This was not going to be an army for open battle. This was something entirely different, something strategic.

The division would be filled with people who were skilled in deception, illusions, spying, and assassinations.

They would be the hidden hands of Klaus.

Necrolord was excited because this was the beginning of something greater than just brute force. He always believed that having strategy and information was as important as having raw strength. Now, Klaus had finally taken the first step into creating that strategic power.

"Why should my lord waste time on menial tasks when others can do it for him?" Necrolord muttered to himself as he walked through the empty streets of the capital city.

His hollow eyes glowed faintly, his black aura covering him like a cloak.

He already had a plan for recruitment. The world was filled with people who lived in darkness slaves, outcasts, criminals, beggars. Most of them had been thrown away by society.

Necrolord knew that these people would gladly serve Klaus if they were given even the smallest chance at freedom and respect.

And today, his search had brought him to a very strange encounter.

The alley was dark, only faint moonlight slipped through the rooftops. In the middle of the alley, two men lay dead, their bodies split cleanly in half. Blood dripped onto the stones, pooling around their broken forms.

Beside them knelt a young girl. She was trembling violently, her tail and ears shaking. Her eyes were wide with terror, staring at the skeletal figure that stood in front of her.

She was a fox kin a beast kin with fox blood. She looked no older than sixteen. Her clothes were torn, and bruises covered her arms and legs.

Necrolord stood silent for a moment, his aura pressing down on her. To her, he looked like the very god of death.

She had lived her whole life as a slave, bought and sold like an object. First sold as a child in a slave market, then used by a noble household. She had suffered every single day. A few weeks ago, she tried to escape, but she was hunted down again by illegal merchants. Tonight, they had cornered her.

She thought this was the end. She thought she was going to die by their knives. But instead, they had been cut down in an instant by this terrifying being. And now, looking at his glowing eyes, she was sure she was next.

Her lips shook. She closed her eyes and sobbed, the weight of her tears became uncontrollable as she cried "J-Just do it. Kill me already… death is easier than this miserable life."

But the killing blow never came. Instead, Necrolord's hollow voice echoed in the alley.

"Congratulations, mortal fox kin girl. My lord has decided to bestow his mercy upon you."

The girl gasped and slowly opened her eyes. She looked confused. Mercy? From this… thing?

"W-What… which god?" she stammered.

Necrolord lifted his head, his tone strange half fanatic, half priest-like.

"My lord, Klaus. He is the most merciful being in this universe. He is the only one who can liberate mortals from their endless suffering.

Not like the false gods who sit and watch while you are broken, only to throw you back into the cycle of pain again."

The fox kin girl stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. Her whole life had been filled with cruelty.

The idea of someone merciful, someone who would save her, felt like a cruel joke. She wanted to ask him why he was telling her this, why he had saved her but Necrolord raised one bony hand and stopped her.

"Do not ask me what my intentions are. Do not ask why I saved you. Listen carefully, for I carry my lord's message.

He has chosen you for a greater purpose. But know this my lord does not force his will on mortals. You will choose your own path. So now he had given you two choices."

Necrolord lifted his hand. With a flick of dark energy, a sack of gold coins appeared and dropped onto the ground with a heavy clank. Next to it, a glass vial filled with glowing red liquid appeared.

"This sack of gold will last you a lifetime. This potion will transform you into a human for a short period.

You may take them and leave. Disguise yourself as a human, escape to another land, and live quietly. No one will find you. No chains, no collars, no masters. It will be more peaceful than the life you have known until now."

The girl's eyes widened. the possibility of gaining freedom crawled into her mind. Gold enough to buy her freedom forever. A potion that could make her human. She could really escape. She could hide forever.

But before she could say anything, Necrolord stretched out his other hand. In it was an emblem glowing faintly with deathly energy a dragon was inscribed on it. It looked heavy, powerful, and dangerous.

"Or," Necrolord said, his voice sharper now, "you can choose to serve my lord. You will be given power and respect. You will never be treated like a slave again. You will walk freely without fear because you will have the strength to protect yourself. But more than that, you will have a purpose. You will belong to something greater."

A folded note appeared in his hand, and he tossed it to her. "This paper has an address. A place has been prepared for you. You have one day to decide. Tomorrow, I will return, and you will give me your answer. Choose well, fox kin girl."

Necrolord's form dissolved into black smoke, leaving the girl alone with the coins, the potion, the emblem, and the note.

For a long time, she sat in silence. She looked at the sack of gold. She touched the bottle with trembling hands. Then she looked at the sky. Tears rolled down her cheeks. For the first time in her life, she had the liberty to make a choice. For the first time, she could decide her own fate.

She pulled herself up, wiping her tears. She picked up the note and tucked it close to her chest. Then, she stripped the clothes off one of the dead men, changed into them, and hid her tail and ears under a hood. With careful steps, she left the alley, heading toward the address on the paper.

Far away, high on the rooftop of a nearby building, Necrolord stood with his arms crossed. His empty sockets followed her until she disappeared into the night. A deep, hollow chuckle rattled from his chest.

"Lord Klaus has a really good foresight, he might really be a god" he said softly to himself.

"The fox kin truly do carry the ancient blood of the nine-tailed fox. They are born with natural talent for illusions, though most of them have forgotten their heritage."

"but to know such an ancient information shows that my lord is truly a being higher than even gods"

The system had revealed this truth to Klaus.

Long ago, the first ancestor of the fox kin was a nine-tailed fox, a being at the level of a god when it came to illusion.

Though countless generations had passed, though wars and slavery had scattered their bloodline, traces of that power remained. Most fox kin never discovered it,

living and dying as slaves of other species most of the time. But if someone trained them properly, that hidden affinity for the concept of illusion could awaken and aid them really well.

Klaus had decided that this would be the perfect foundation for his new secret division. He knew fox kin were in high demand as slaves, especially as sex slaves, because of their beauty and charm.

That misery could be turned into loyalty. If he liberated them, if he gave them a reason to live, they would follow him willingly.

He could, of course, enslave them with his power, force their loyalty through fear and death energy.

But Klaus did not want forced servants. He wanted followers who would choose him, who would be grateful for his mercy. That way, their loyalty would be real, unshakable.

And so, Necrolord continued his mission. This fox kin girl would be the first. The first recruit of the hidden division.

If she accepted, she would become the first member of the division where the whole ecosystem of spies and assassins would grow.

And if she refused? Necrolord's hand closed into a fist. Then she would still be given her freedom, since lord Klaus was merciful.

The night grew colder as Necrolord disappeared into the shadows, leaving the city silent once again to the next target.

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