The God of Jesters
Chapter 696 - 11.01.1 The redlight district.

Chapter 696: 11.01.1 The redlight district.

The red-light district was a common occurrence in Azad, but a rarity among the lands of Brihma where slavery had been officially outlawed. Such places selling services so shameful don’t exist there anymore.

But Azad was a land of freedom, as long as you had money, you could do anything. And if you don’t? You can try anything to get that money, even if it means slavery. Which has cultivated a kind of culture that might not be for everyone.

Here the people were selfish, their nature, always trying to scam each other. Even the rule of the Imperials in this land was not as strong as the Imperials in Cynark.

Back to the red-light district, was not masked by being named the entertainment district or anything. There were few gambling dens, some alcoholic ones, but mostly, it was mostly filled with brothels whichever side you looked with women in explosive clothes that might cause the blood to run high.

With some focus, the ages of the women were diverse, some far older for this job while others were too young to even know about this.

A cursed place that would have been the fate of the woman who now walked with the face of a man in this district. She looked around, at the hollow eyes, at the misery these women might have experienced.

Their stories are probably similar to her own, and their fate is far worse, which goes to show how lucky she was or unlucky to even be forced into her current life.

Sometimes, the faces of her brother and mother regularly came to her mind. The day when it was all destroyed, the day when she learned of the powers that be and the monsters that reside in every human heart.

"More they ask." Her eyes jumped around, looking at men walking in and out of the brothels. If possible, the girl wanted to kill them all, rip their dick, and stuff it into their mouths, but she held it in. Her prior actions had already put the city on edge, even the frequency of travelers to the brothels had decreased.

If one thing was good, it was that the city was a major junction between cities. There were always travelers coming from the outside, unaware of the oddities and happenings, putting their lives at risk in the process.

Which is how most of the women’s hunts had gone successful without much outcry. ’Found one.’ The clothes appeared to be military, and the bag on the back probably held identity and rations and that lecherous smile.

A perfect target, more so the way he looked at the young ones, made the woman’s heart boil with anger. ’He will be next.’

With those words, her body started to shorten, her hair flowed out like a river and her scarred face was replaced with a youthful one.

The blood she carries is that of the Jester, a being who claims to be a god. And the talent that blood gave her was that of a shapeshifter. Sadly, the most she can do as an apprentice is change her own age to a certain extent and modify some features, it is not a complete transformation. Which became one of the reasons why she focused her actions in the red-light district.

It was far easier to attract fools into alleyways and the like.

So the girl walked, her steps slowly merging and mixing with the rapacious bunch of ladies, and then she found herself in front of the man. A new face, some thought, but found not too odd. It happens regularly, the young ones come and disappear from time to time and the reasons have always been the same. But none of the ladies wish to talk about it.

They were slaves here, just plaything with hopes of freedom as long as they made enough money, which is why they worked so hard.

A delusion or not, it’s up to them. It’s the only way they can endure a life like this. A false sense of hope that things can be better.

So no one noticed this girl as an oddity, there are too many of them anyway.

And it can be said that the girl was lucky, she was not chosen. But instead another one was, equally young, which made the older ones show some pity.

Of course, that’s all they felt, their faces maintained their smile as they watched the man walk in talk with the manager, and find a room for himself.

They failed to notice the girl calmly following behind the man as if the whole brothel were her own home.

She walked past the guards and the rooms, and then before the doors could close, she walked into the room with the man, who was surprised by the sudden visit, before smiling. "I just paid for one... getting two?" he smiled, his intentions clear, while the little girl on the side tried to hold off her fear and disgust.

She had been trained for this before by equally monstrous people, she knew struggling would only cause her misery to increase.

Or so she thought. Before the man can grab any of them, the woman in the form of a small girl throws a dart toward the other girl, causing her to be surprised for a bit before falling down. "You." This action didn’t go unnoticed by the soldier, he was fast and sharp, and he noticed that something was odd since this girl entered their room,. It was obvious at this point.

"Found you." The man spoke, his smile turning wide as with a single step he crushed the floor under his feet and dashed toward the woman, who was not ready for such a sudden attack.

"You." the whole building shook from this action, a sign of this man’s strength, and then before the girl could react, her neck was grabbed by the name in a single step. "Arrogant one should have attacked me first." He spoke, his eyes lighting up like a beast, while he smelled the woman around. "Ho, didn’t know the butcher of the nightly streets was such a beautiful young one.... You do smell nice."

And the girl could do nothing. She could not do much in the face of such strength that exceeded her limits.

The man in front of her was at least at an Adept level. And unlike her, who was a shapeshifter without any major enhancement of strength, the one in front obviously held a battle-type bloodline.

"It won’t be too much of an issue to have some fun before throwing you to the guards." his grip tightened, turning the face of the girl redder as her eyes started to turn over. It won’t be long before she loses consciousness. And what happens after that, one can imagine.

Well, that is if that thing it will be an issue if something does end up happening.

The man didn’t feel a thing as the girl struggled, to him, her fate was set in stone, as nothing in her grasp could ever harm him.

Well, a delusion that only works if it was still the old days.

*boom. A small explosive sound, that of a gun, sounded from the hand. But there was no gun in sight, only a single pen-like object that fell to the floor soon after exploding. The man, was shocked for a bit, feeling acute pain. "Needle?"

He spoke before feeling his body turning numb. While the shouts from outside the door started to appear. There were questions, and it wouldn’t be long before the brothel forced the door open with their own keys.

"I made a mistake... but it’s also a chance." The man felt his body go numb, losing the senses in his torso and then his body as he fell back. Giving the girl some breathing room, she took huge gulps of air while her body reverted to its original form. "You bastard." The man spoke, appearing surprised by the changing appearance of the girl.

But those were his last words, as he lost sensation in his head as well.

"Why..."

"I have no answers, the most I can say, is what I am going to do next, try to feel it through the drugs... and live as long as possible." She spoke, before hurrying with her harvesting... though unlike before, she chose to change the steps a bit and cut the junk of the man and stuff it in his mouth first, before she went on ahead and harvested certain organs, leaving the blood alone considering how much time it would be wasted if she waited for it all to drain out. ’Things would have been so easy.’ Well, that happened has happened. She used the secret hatch in the room, reserved for the slaves to escape any abusive customer, and left the room before the room was broken in.

Though, even with this harvest, there was no sign of happiness on the girl’s face. ’It’s a failure, they are after me.’

Fuck, she knew the mistake she made, and at that time, she had been unaware of the ramification that these actions of hers will bring on her and her precious sister.

"Jenna... you did mess it up."