Jax sat alone in his tent, dark aside from a single lantern hanging from the pinnacle. A miniature carnival shaped tent, colored black and red. On one side were his trunk and cot, spartan furnishings at most. On the other side sat the tools of his trade: a barbed whip, a spiked collar, a hammer that has seen more blood than there is in one body.
He was preparing himself. Preparing himself for The Games. His first Slaughter Games to be more exact, filling the space his father left in Pakza's ring. He would fight for the man in a week yet he barely knew him or what he was doing. So green for a man to fill big shoes.
His father was the illustrious Rax who won many, if not all, of the games he performed in. But he never taught his son a single thing. Now Jax sits alone in his tent glumly pondering what he's going to do, how to even survive his rookie event.
Then, a knock outside his tent, a firm rap against the ridge pole to shake him out of his melancholy and the rest of the structure.
"Wakey-wakey! It's time you started learning a thing or two out there...can't have any more spaces in my ring for a while!" called Pakza, Jax's ringleader.
Excited and nervous, the young Rakdos stepped out of his tent, ready to learn how to survive in the rings of a blood carnival.
Authors notes: Rakdos is the black-red sadist guild
ReplyDeleteThey participate in a series of "games" that involve a lot of bloodletting known as the Slaughter Games. All to please the guildleader, a demon named Rakdos.
Rings are subdivisions of the guild, ringleaders being in charge of them.