Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Chapter 372: own choices to make. [1/2]

"Follow me."

As I didn't want the Sirens to misunderstand, I motioned for Pixie and Delroy to come with me and leave the red light district.

"We can't brutha. See?" The Jamaican pointed to the metal collar around his neck.

"Ah. Right. Then let's get this over with," I replied.

I moved to enter the lobby. Pixie and Delroy followed. Pixie looked about the same size as Robyn, maybe almost five feet? D on the other hand was as tall as Lilly.

Looking around the building, I scanned for the Reapers. Besides Delroy, there were over 20 Phantoms! Surprised by what I saw, I remembered the warnings about Reaper sex.

'For your own safety, please evolve to Phantoms first before procreating. Also remember to notify your handlers if you are able to conceive Descendants. Remember that making babies is also to save the world. May your fate end the darkness Reaper!'

'Holy crap! That was something unexpected.'

A beautiful woman at the reception was filing her nails when she saw me enter. Before she could greet me, however, her face twisted when she saw Pixie by my side.

"What the hell are you doing here, midget? Get back to the kitchen! Arcus Kiss will get a bad reputation if you are here. Or maybe you want to get your little pussy ravished by an ugly bastard!"

Either the receptionist was really stupid or she really hated the young wraith by my side. I saw Pixie tremble and flinch at her words.

As someone who used to be beaten up a lot, I knew the behavior of those who were subjected to it. But before I could react, Delroy hid Pixie behind him as he tried to smooth things over.

"Yo woman, can't you see we got a customer here? He be looking for business no?"

It was only then that the receptionist finally softened her expression before speaking.

"Ah, right. I am sorry, customer. Forgive me, how can I help you today?"

I invoked death resonance as I stared into the receptionist's eyes. Using {Announce} I tried to hypnotically interrogate her.

"{Tell me why you hate Pixie so much. Do not lie}" .net

Her face lost all emotion and her voice became monotone.

"I hate her because she got off easy compared to me. I couldn't pay the tax, so I sold myself to survive. When I became a slave, they forcefully evolved me into a Phantom. I was then raped by the owner along with five others."

Pixie trembled visibly and buried herself in Delroy's stomach as the receptionist told her story.

"I ended up becoming a prostitute and working for the man who raped me. When Pixie arrived after being turned into a slave, she was made a cook instead. I later found out it was because she resembled the owner's dead daughter. I resent her because she didn't have to experience what I did."

While I could understand her story, from my point of view it was not the worst. Her experiences were dark, but she was the one who chose that over the alternative of fighting. It was sad, yes, but she wasn't completely blameless.

I wanted to scold her, but I held my tongue. Most assholes were just being mean because they had been hurt in the past. Hearing what she had to endure on a daily basis, I felt compassion and forgave her for her insolence.

With a wave of my hand, I cancelled the death resonance and allowed the receptionist to regain her sanity.

"Huh? What? What was I just doing?" She asked confused.

"You asked me what I needed, lady. Can you please call your boss?"

"Oh? Was I? Yes! Let me call him right now! Please wait here," the receptionist hurried to a room in the back.

As she left, I wondered how many were like her. Those who hated their circumstances but couldn't get out?

"D....D...."

I heard a childish whimper behind me.

"Dawn't ya worry Pixie. It ain't ya fault. There, there."

Seeing her pitiful cry, I had no words of comfort to offer. Life was not easy for anyone in Hellsgate. Getting souls was everyone's struggle, except that while I used weapons to fight the undead, those here used their bodies to get the souls.

"We all have our own choices to make."

It was only in hindsight that people would know if their choices were the right ones. While we were free to choose, the appropriate consequences would naturally follow. So, good or bad, it all started with a choice.

Pixie finally calmed down as the Jamaican soothed her. It didn't seem like they were just friends. No matter how you looked at it, the Wraith was a minor. So the question was, how did she meet Delroy and why does she trust him so much?

An ugly bastard-looking pimp walked out as he slapped the receptionist's ass. He licked his lips as he approached me. It took me a lot of effort not to blast this motherfucker in the head with a 12 gauge 00 buckshot.

"Greetings! I am the owner of this establishment, Carlyle Johnson; how may I be of service?" the owner introduced himself.

His overly flamboyant way of speaking was annoying as hell. I physically restrained my hands to avoid causing a scene.

"The two behind me are your slaves, right?"

"Why yes? Pixie is one of my cooks, while D is one of my bouncers."

"I'll buy them both. How much?"

"Oh? But they are not for sale? Sorry, what is your name?"

"Limitless."

"Excuse me?" Carlyle asked, losing his frivolous tone.

Much like the owner, the receptionist's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"I'm sure we can work something out. How about we go to my office, my lord?"

"Unfortunately, I can't, I still have much to do with my war later. I need Pixie and Delroy for my tasks. Sell them to me."

"Is that the case? Then why don't I loan them to you for a week? We can discuss prices when you have more time. I wouldn't want to sabotage your chances later just because of these two," Carlyle tried to reason.

Probably because of my reputation, this bastard wanted to delay this transaction as long as possible. He planned to use my name for publicity. Especially when I would later fight with the world watching.

"{Stop wasting my time and tell me how much they are worth. Do not lie}."

Using death resonance and {Announce} I forced the Phantom to respond. My approach had the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but I found talking to guys like Carlyle tiresome, so I did what I wanted.

"Pixie has a current value of about 15,000 souls. However, her childlike appearance has a market. I planned to let her fatten up a bit before selling her for ten times that amount to some Specters who liked virgin children. They usually murdered their slaves, so after I got my money, it would be a done deal."

Everyone who heard the pimp's explanation was surprised. The receptionist had a disgusted face as she stared at her employer. Even on Earth, such a practice was considered evil.

Prostitution might have had its purpose, but the use of children did not.

"Delroy is a cheap thug, worth only 5,000 souls. I would sell them together for 100,000. However, I wanted one of my girls to seduce you so that you would protect my business in the future."

"I see, then I will pay you 20,000 now and 80,000 after my war."

"Yes..."

I watched as the brainwashed owner filled out the form and placed a soulgem looking bag next to the document.

"Please store the souls in this soul wallet. I will have this notarized so that it cannot be changed until we complete the transaction."