Manfred Muspelheim
Manfred’s eyes were glazed over with disinterest as another line of women appeared in the auction room. Through the two way mirror, he could see the women and men of different races and different species silently staring at the ground, their expressions were solemn, pensive, as they knew they were being sold to unknown buyers. Once again, Manfred didn’t care to bid on any of the captives shown in front of him. They were all...dull, lackluster. Sure he was just looking for a companion, someone to just exist with him to fill space of his empty home that had begun to become too quiet the past few years, but that didn’t mean he was going to just pick this companion at random. No, he wanted someone specific, a rare breed. A lower level goddess, or a sphinx - now those were a rarity indeed, or perhaps even…
Another line of individuals were escorted into the auction room, the others before them being taken out to their buyers. Mismatched eyes were immediately drawn to a radiant presence, one that made his blood boil from prejudice and rage toward the being, but yet drew him in. Before him was an angel, in all her glory, bound and vulnerable; waiting to be claimed. Manfred took a long drag of the cigarette between his lips and exhaled as he clicked a button on the remote in his hand, making an offer to the auctioneer for a urethral creature that since the dawn of time had opposed his own.
What an interesting jewel she would be for him to possess, to show. She was a perfect symbol for his status and his success in not only the mortal world but in the “mythical world”, as humans who knew of their presence have called it, as well. Others tried to outbid him. Angels were on the list of rarities to be captured and sold after all, but sadly for the others, Manfred had quite the finances to outbid them. And here he thought he was going to return to his home empty-handed. When the auction was finalized and the angel was his, he put out his cigarette and left the buyer room to claim his new prized possession.
The man who escorted him out of the buyer room and down the hall was quiet, stoic until the two reached the room where the angel would be placed in his care, “Thank you for your patronage. Your ward awaits.” The stoic man said, opening the plain white door that led into a windowless room where the angel resided with a handler waiting to pass the young woman on to her buyer.
Another line of individuals were escorted into the auction room, the others before them being taken out to their buyers. Mismatched eyes were immediately drawn to a radiant presence, one that made his blood boil from prejudice and rage toward the being, but yet drew him in. Before him was an angel, in all her glory, bound and vulnerable; waiting to be claimed. Manfred took a long drag of the cigarette between his lips and exhaled as he clicked a button on the remote in his hand, making an offer to the auctioneer for a urethral creature that since the dawn of time had opposed his own.
What an interesting jewel she would be for him to possess, to show. She was a perfect symbol for his status and his success in not only the mortal world but in the “mythical world”, as humans who knew of their presence have called it, as well. Others tried to outbid him. Angels were on the list of rarities to be captured and sold after all, but sadly for the others, Manfred had quite the finances to outbid them. And here he thought he was going to return to his home empty-handed. When the auction was finalized and the angel was his, he put out his cigarette and left the buyer room to claim his new prized possession.
The man who escorted him out of the buyer room and down the hall was quiet, stoic until the two reached the room where the angel would be placed in his care, “Thank you for your patronage. Your ward awaits.” The stoic man said, opening the plain white door that led into a windowless room where the angel resided with a handler waiting to pass the young woman on to her buyer.
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