The Primordial Record

A beautiful woman with a shaved head was pinned to a table with four bars of ornamental spikes that had been driven through her palms and ankles. She laid out spread eagle and her stomach had been hollowed out and kept spread open by a series of golden braces, and except for her beating heart, the rest of her internal organs had been taken away.

Her heart remained so she could live for as long as possible, as the most important organ in a Dominator's body, its strength and tenacity could not be underestimated.

Inside her open torso still dripping with blood was stuffed full of various exotic fruits and pieces of ice chips to keep them cool, and now and then a hand would reach into her open stomach and collect the desired fruit. Some hands chose to linger inside her body, pinching off parts of her flesh as they collected the fruits they wanted.

After all, she was part of the delicacy… bred to become food.

Her large eyes were opened as tears slowly ran down the side. She was awake and aware, and a spell cast on her had ensured that the pain she felt was far more excruciating so she could weep for hours.

These tears collected in a golden bowl beneath her head, and the selected fruit would be dipped into the bowl of tears before being consumed with relish.

She recalled endless nights of waiting inside a freezing room, being fed on a strict diet of ice and an exotic worm that contained special blood that enriched the body of those who ate them with a pepper flavor.

The screams from those taken before her were a constant part of her everyday life and she knew that one day it would be her turn.

Today was that day. An extremely fat woman holding a large basin filled with blood and internal organs entered her room. Her other hand held a butcher knife, and holding her by the neck with her free dangling two feet away from the ground the woman delicately sliced away the robe she was wearing almost as if she was unwrapping a present.

The cut to her stomach was also gentle, and the knife was so sharp she had barely felt the pain, what came next was not so generous. Her organs were ripped away and dumped into the basin with an efficiency that spoke of endless repetition.

The braces placed inside her stomach did their job and began stimulating all the nerves ending in her body, placing her in the throes of misery. She had barely felt the spikes driven into her palms and ankles.

A pained gasp that escaped from the side spoke of equal agony, the woman did not have to turn to know that someone else was suffering the same fate as her, and not just anyone else, her sister.

She tried to block out the pain and the sound but she was a Second Circle Dominator with an inferior bloodline, who had been bred for the sole purpose of dying on this table. Her heart was meant to carry pain for long and her eyes were made to shed tears until her body lacked a single drop of moisture.

On this night alone, three hundred women and men would be slaughtered in this hall for the purpose of making the meals of the nobility taste a little bit sweeter.

Thankfully after eighteen hours of indescribable pain and indignity, she felt the darkness creeping in, and the pain began to slowly walk away. A hand roughly pulled her away from the bar that held her in place and she was thrown into a large cart filled with bodies.

She barely noticed that it was the fat woman who had gutted her in the morning and who was now returning at night to finish the job.

The parties in Aroth never ended, and the fat woman would continue this thankless task tomorrow.

The darkness filled more of her vision as additional bodies were thrown upon her until she could hear no more. Her stubborn life remained in her breast even as she was discarded down a long chute that led to a cage where the pet beasts of the nobles were reared.

She landed on a large pile of bones, and the last thing she heard was the snarls from countless throats as tens of massive beasts descended on the feast.

Thankfully she died before teeth could rip into what was left of her. She was sixteen years old.

This sort of party was one of the famous parties conducted by the nobility of Trion, and Circe had just watched the entire series of events.

After months of this madness, she had thought that perhaps her heart would have grown numb, but she always found out she was mistaken. New wounds were torn open every day, and the pain of her past seemed so small before the scale and intensity of this suffering.

Circe bit her lips until she bled and turned away from the sight of the girl being eaten by a Frost Wolf. She was here to submit the token of selection to one of the chosen Earth gods in this mansion, Emrelda.

This Earth god was taken from a small planet that was not even a Minor World, she had been truly talented, and even with a wasted bloodline imposed on her, she had been able to reach the level of an Earth god.

Her bloodline powers made her incredibly fertile, and she could give birth to tens of children in a span of a week, as a Volgim Family slave, she was forced to breed slaves for the family.

She was raped nearly every day and for the seven hundred years she had been an Earth god she had given birth to hundreds of thousands of children, all of them were sent to the tables of Noble families all over Aroth where their bodies were torn open and used as appetizers.

Emrelda kept her hate inside her heart, and although she knew she might never get any opportunity to fight back, she only prayed for a single chance to fight back.

Circe selected her to be among the first of the new gods to walk on Trion. This tortured woman did not believe Circe, but any opportunity to hurt Trion would be one she would take without flinching.

Circe wished that the story of Emrelda was the worst she had come across, but it was nothing compared to others she had witnessed.

A long life filled with hate could breed a level of sickness and depravity in a society that would make even a god run mad.

On some days, she nearly felt that to be the case. Every so often it was just too much.

With a flash of lightning that was invisible to any mortal or immortal eyes that might be looking in this direction, she vanished.

Circe did not venture far from the capital, Aroth. If she was going to be creating an insurrection in the Empire, there was nowhere better than this place which was the melting pot of the entire empire's administrative and political affairs.

The location she chose to build the headquarters for the Eye of Truth was deep inside the Crystal Lake that surrounded the capital. She had been able to find a Crystal Leviathan and built the massive eight-story building on its back.

The Crystal Leviathan was ancient for its species which was hunted every decade for their hearts.

Nearly two thousand years old, it had survived for so long due to its cunning and luck. Circe had found it by chance and when she noticed the Crystal Leviathan had built a complex array of tunnels underneath the lake and had a habit of not staying in a single place for long, always moving around, sealed the deal and she finally made her decision to build their headquarters directly on its back.

The Crystal Leviathan was a massive creature, it resembled a gigantic crab measuring almost ten thousand feet across, and its impressive musculature could carry millions of tons on its back, but Circe went further and integrated one of the two Spirit Guise into the Crystal Leviathan leading to its transformation into a true sea titan.

When previously it was just a powerful marine creature at the Earth God level, the integration with the Spirit Guise gave it a power equal to a Major god, and transformed its body to a mutated version of a Crystal Leviathan, although it retained the crab-like shape, it shells were now blue with faint trails of lightning rippling on its surfaces.