Chapter 157: Butcher's Cove
Chapter 157: Butcher’s Cove
Butcher’s Cove, as the name suggested, was the largest prison created in this region of Midgard. I was not sure how big this realm was, but none of these idiots I saw knew anything outside the city they lived in.
It had only taken a few hours onboard a ship to arrive before a massive prison embedded into the cove of a small island. Dark clouds raining thunder and Lighting seemed to cover the entire prison in a never-ending blanket.
“Gather up inmates,” said the captain with a stern voice. There was a very dark air as he held a whip within his palm. I was not really terrified as he was only at the late stages of the Life Gate. While most of the guards I saw were at the realm of early Life Gate.
It was pretty high but nothing of concern if I used the darkness to sneak attack. Deciding not to make waves, I smirked, raising my head high falling in line with the others.
“You all- are currently heading to Butcher’s Cove. Most of you are repeating inmates, so this should not be anything new, but should any of you human garbage defy the ward or any of its personnel, there will not be a trial. You will just die. Now get the hell off my ship. Jamison lead these damn animals in. The paperwork should all have been taken care of.
“Aye Aye, Captain, ” Said a tall man with long black hair. I could see his handsome face glimmering with confidence as he pointed towards the large bridge.
“Disembark inmates.” He barked as I followed behind the man in front of me. Honestly, If I didn’t have everything within my control, this would be a little unsettling.
I had heard stories about prison, tragic stories of ****, abuse, and hate, but I never heard anyone talk about the smell, rats, or absolutely disgusting conditions. Pausing my steps, I looked down at the ground stained in a brownish color.
It would be fine if it was only one spot, but every inch of the cove was covered in it. Tall pillars could be seen covered in webs and dust while various insects and pests could be seen crawling. It was truly disgusting, I lived in a shit hole in my past life, but this…this is.
“Keep walking,” A loud menacing voice howled as my body suddenly moved like wind dodging the cold crackle of a whip aimed at my face. Like cold air, my killing intent began to leak, storming the entire prison, quieting the prisoner and guards.
With a cold, vicious stare of a true killer, I snorted, continuing my steps at my own pace. I was here by choice. No man nor god would control me. Call it arrogance, but it was only a matter of tie before I stand at the top. I would not allow myself to be whip by a mortal like a common slave or whore. I was a fucking Snow, after all.
Watching as the inmates began to strip, I snorted, leaving my clothing in tack. I could smell the scent of shit upon the clothing, and I was definitely not going to wear that. I was a bougie bitch; I wear the finest…not this shit.
Walking past the inmates changing, I placed my arms out for the guard to release me from my shackles. A look of disbelief could be seen as he opened his mouth to speak. However, the air around me slowly turned cold as ice.
Pushing Soulforce into my killing intent, the sounds of those I killed began to form, clawing at my body as they wailed in agony. Hearing the screams of the undead, I snorted, “Release these damn chains so I can head to my cell. I will not wear that shit.”
“I-I-I,” The man voiced, stuttering in fear, he held higher cultivation, but before my intent, all he could see was the manifestation of the Pale Rider’s blade against his neck.
Shivering like a child, I watched as he unlocked my chains around my neck and wrist. Feeling the sweet taste of freedom, I beamed in joy as my intent vanished. With an innocent gleam, I turned to Jamison, frozen like a statue. “Shall we continue? show me the way,”
Gulping, he nodded. Following behind, while I studied the various people staring at me with meticulous eyes. Not many people know this, but there are some criminals that are monsters at judging people, especially those at the bottom of the food chain. Some of them can tell things about you with just a glance. It was a little unsettling, but that’s how it is.
I once knew a man name Riely Vamoreea and before he entered my table. He was a career criminal, having been to prison five times. Spending almost all his life behind bars. Honestly, he was stupid as hell, but his perception was one of the best I had ever seen. With a single glance, he knew what was going to happen and didn’t even bother to beg.
“Are you not afraid?” I asked him as he rolled his eyes.
“Does it matter? You will just kill me anyway. We all have to die sometime, although I thought it would be from the streets. Not to some serial killer.”
Looking back on that day, my lips curled upwards as I gazed out at the see of animals eying me. With a stream of killing intent, I turned away.
“Who are you?” Jamison asked in a hushed tone.
“Me? Call me Arsene Snow. I’m sure you will read my file later. I’m a detective from Hallr. I don’t plan on being here long. Once my captain here’s about this, I’m sure Governor Bo will quickly change his mind. Although even if he doesn’t, I’m leaving in about two or three weeks.”
“The Arsene Snow? The one who killed So’val. Dear god, they are looking for you.” Jamison exclaimed, making me remember I already had a bounty, and I didn’t even know who placed it.
“Yes, yes, why people believe that will always bewilder me. I’m only a midgate of man cultivator.” I mournfully said as Jamison stopped before a particular cell. A look of disgust flashed through my eyes as I could see a stone shitter and a tall, muscular man resting on the top bed snoring lightly.
Opening the gate, Jamison seemed a little respectful as he sent me a particular glance before shutting the gate as I stepped in. I looked at the bottom bunk, shaking my head at its disgusting state. I could see white marking within the black sheets, making me look up at the snoring man from above.
“Jesus Christ, did he…Forget it, “I voiced as Jamison laughed, leaving me to my devices. I personally thought of killing my cellmate, but I felt it would create more problems. Not daring to even touch the sheets, I sighed, “I may leave earlier than I thought.”
Closing my eyes, I pushed Soulforce into my soul as I spoke, “Lilith…are you in Hallr?”
“SENE? Yes, are you there?” She brightly asked; it had been a while since we spoke, and I was a little worried.
“Just checking on you. I figured you were busy.” I lightly said, looking around at the unfortunate situation I put myself in.
“OOOH, Did you miss your Lilith?” She lightly teased, ” but where are you?”
“Butcher’s Cove Prison,” I weakly said as she burst into laughter,
“Let me guess; you pissed off someone you shouldn’t have.” She cheerfully said as I sighed,
“Yeah, I need a favor. Can you tell Capain Vis. I don’t really trust Roald to contact Vis in time.” I voiced, feeling my Soulforce drying up, “I am running out of Soulforce, but we will talk tomorrow. Something has happened.”
Cutting the connection, I sighed, feeling an extreme weariness rising out from the depths of my soul. Resting my mind, I entered a light state of mediation, allowing me to react to any unnecessary touching.