Chapter 3: 3
This world had twelve countries with rulers and feudal system with magicians called Shamans at the top who deals with spirits. Pantheon is the country where I was thrown into from my world. This world was made by twelve greatest Shamans and Pantheon was their place of origin. These Shamans had golden eyes and became ruler of different countries. Ichor were their direct descendants who are born as great Shamans. They are at the highest echelon of the society and are called Aristos. Ichor has golden blood and beautiful appearance with great intelligence. Unexpectedly Ichor did not use Vish Kanyas as they are deemed as the lowest class of the society. This man, being an ichor was not only present in the auction but also bought one of the Kanyas, breaking all the rules they set for themselves.
We reached a huge mansion with vines growing on its exterior. There was a fountain which reeked of wealth. Nayasa told me once 'The wealthier they are, the more hell your life will be'
I followed the man inside the mansion. He was greeted by a train of servants bowing to him calling him master.
I am in much deeper hell.
He looked at me 'Wash up and come to my room'
I could only bow to him while I gritted my teeth.
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The maids helped me wash up. The Vish Kanyas cannot be touched by anyone however for the purpose of serving men and women they are taught the technique of concentrating all the poison in their system to certain body parts. The concertation leads to formation of symbols like tattoos on the skin. The smaller the tattoo is, the more concentrated the poison has become at that place. We can become normal humans for a certain period of time depending upon the size of the tattoos. People like Nayasa have mastered the technique and can withstand without poison in their body for a whole year. However, I could only do it for six hours.
I meditated, my breathing even and deep. I could feel the poison in my blood circulating to my heart, lungs and other parts of my body. I became aware of the color of my blood, a deep black color mixed with arsenic, belladonna and other venoms. Slowly I concentrated it to my back, each drop of black poison on my back forming patterns.
My back was covered with a tattoo of crimson cherry blossoms with a thick bark in a web like pattern trailing through waist. The bark looked like it was bleeding with drop of blood flying and turning into butterflies in deep eerie color of red. The buds on the cherry blossoms were spread across both my shoulder bones. The buds on my spine fall down like tears at first and then turn into crimson leaves. It was a beautiful tattoo and many kanyas looked at it with wonder. It stems from the imagination and mental state of the Kanya. From people's eyes it looked like a pretty wondrous tattoo that even painters would love painting however in truth it only signified sadness, sorrow and pain, giving way to new life. These were the only emotions that I could feel while I was trapped in this world. My new life began with these emotions clenched in my heart.
The maids bathing me were quiet and only did as they were told.
'Do not touch the back area'. I said
They only nodded.
I was bathed in rose water and precious oils. My brown eyes were rimmed with kohl and thin lips red with carmine. Nothing had changed in the preparation. I was too accustomed to be prepared and make others ready for their service. I hated every time I was told to wear a skimpy dress or to put more perfume. I hated when women played with my long dark brown hair and sarcastically joked that they were like horse's tail. I hated the squeals of women and their flirty voices. Even after six years of living like this all I can say is that I totally abhorred it and I still cannot adapt to it.
The maids left my hair down after drying it with burning frankincense and put simple hair ornament of pink colored lilies and carnations They were soft to touch just like velvet. I wore an elegant pink backless gown supported by diamond straps and long sleeves with embroideries. It had an illusion neckline.
I sighed looking at myself in the mirror
It had been a while since I wore something modest.
'Please come with us 'The maid opened the door and escorted me to another room
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