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Ch 3. Closed doors

August was accepted. He was able to get the job it seemed amazing, he loved it he got to meet new people. while most were a bit rude, and stand off-ish. Some were nice.

But one day felt weird. A few of his co workers look scared but said nothing. Like they new something.

Then the summons came in cold silence. Workers of Houses Hanma and two other August newly heard of Mayem, and Seliot assembled in the Sanctum, faces pale beneath the weight of dread. August’s hooves echoed softly on the stone floor as the procession moved forward, every heartbeat pounding like a warning drum.

Above, eleven thrones held the Archons — ancient beings of immense power, their presence like a shadow that darkened the air. Among them were Neffris and Necra, the twin children of the Archons of Light and Darkness, they were augusts bosses, why were they here, is this some meeting, is there a new schedule. August was hyperventilating and his heart was beating fast, then the archons started talking. They talked in a ancient language. August looked around, he could sence that the others were confused and scared as well.

Then one of the archons, the one in the highest seat among the eleven said something understandable. Let the rituals commence. His voice was deep and could give chills to anyone who heard it.

Then it began

a haunting chant, ancient words rolling through the chamber like a rising tide. The floor shifted, glowing with dark bloodstone veins, sealing the workers in place.

Chaos erupted. The Archons fed, tall men in suits came down and killed, they tore and riped, then brought up there product to the archons, august finally realized why they were brought there— not from need, but from cruel amusement.

August’s breath caught as those around him fell one by one — broken, devoured, silenced.

Then a familiar voice cut through the carnage, cold and commanding, , it was neffris.

" Spare him.” he pointed towards August.

Necra’s eyes flickered with reluctant agreement. Hands pulled August back from death’s brink.

He was spared — not by mercy, but by whim.

Only a handful remained: beautiful concubines with hollow eyes, ancient workers hardened by centuries, and August — the outcast, the marked, the survivor.

As the thrones emptied and the blood-soaked floor dimmed, the twin siblings exchanged a glance — a silent promise that August’s fate was far from decided.

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Ch 2. Am I welcome ?

August passed the invisible line feel anew, he felt like he had a chance now, he could finally be something, somebody.

Sylil noticed this, he didn't say it out loud but he was happy for August, he new how August was feel just by the lol on his face, nervousness , hope.

August you seem like a good fit for the estate, you can be of use. Come I'll show you and introduce you to the masters of the estate

The path to the estate was long and winding, August learned that it was called the hanma estate. The name was quite foren to him, he wonderd how the masters of the estate would be, are the nice. What if they're mean, what if they act like the guard did !

He calmed himself while They walked through the dence woods, August’s footsteps were light but hesitant, the soft crunch of leaves beneath his shoes the only sound beside Sylil’s steady pace.

Every step felt heavier than the last...

not from fatigue, but from the weight of uncertainty pressing on his chest. The trees seemed to close in, shadows stretching like hands wanting to take him. It reminded him of how far he was from everything familiar.

Sylil walked ahead without looking back, confident and sure. August envied that ease—the quiet assurance that came with knowing your place. For him, every glance over his shoulder was a question: Would he belong here? Would they accept him?

His thoughts drifted to the estate, to the masters who ruled it. Necra and Neffris. Names that carried power and fear equally. His fingers twitched at his sides, restless beneath his jacket. He knew this was his chance—his escape, maybe even a new beginning.

But beneath the hope flickered a fragile fear, like a thread ready to snap. Could he survive in this new place,Could someone like him, soft edges and a uncertain heart, find strength in this harsh world?

Sylil’s voice cut through the silence. “Almost there. Just a little further.”

The Hanma estate stretched before August like a fortress of quiet power. its stone walls polished to a cold gleam, and every corner radiating an unyielding order. Sylil’s footsteps echoed softly beside him, but August’s eyes were drawn instead to the sharp angles of the manor, the way the shadows seemed to lean in, watching.

As they passed through the grand hall, August felt the weight of countless unseen eyes. Servants moved with silent precision, heads bowed low, hands steady and quick. The air hummed with control—subtle but absolute.

Ahead, two figures stood like statues carved from night itself. Necra’s gaze sliced through the dim light, hard and unwavering, while Neffris leaned slightly back, his stance rigid but eyes calculating, as if measuring August’s every breath. Both were masters here—rulers whose silence spoke louder than any command.

August’s heart fluttered with a mix of awe and something softer—an almost fragile hope he barely understood. he felt exposed beneath their steady scrutiny. Yet, there was a quiet strength in him, too—a delicate defiance that didn’t go unnoticed.

Necra stepped forward, his voice low but edged with authority. “You’re new here... Tell us—what do you want from this place?”

August swallowed, meeting those intense eyes with as much steadiness as he could muster. “To find a place where I fit,a place to work, to be happy.

Neffris’s gaze didn’t waver as he gave a subtle nod, the faintest hint of approval beneath his cold exterior. Sylil watched from the side, a small smile playing at his lips—an unspoken promise that this was only the beginning.

Necra’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if weighing every word before he spoke again. “Professionalism is expected. This place isn’t for the careless or faint-hearted. You understand that?”

August nodded, voice steady despite the knot twisting in his stomach. “I do. I need this job. I want to prove I’m capable.”

Neffris took a step closer, his gaze sharp and unblinking. “Capable isn’t enough. We expect loyalty and discipline. This estate runs on more than just work—it demands respect for the order we maintain.”

August met his gaze without flinching. “I respect that. I’m ready to learn and follow the rules.”

There was a brief silence. Then Necra’s expression softened, just a fraction. “Good. We’ll see if you can hold up to the standards here. Mistakes aren’t tolerated.

August swallowed hard but kept his posture upright. “I won’t disappoint.”

Neffris gave a curt nod. “For now, you’ll shadow Sylil. Observe everything. There’s no room for error.”

Sylil stepped forward, voice light but firm. “I’ll guide you. Just keep your focus, August.”

As the weight of their expectations settled over him, August’s breath hitched in a quiet mixture of fear and determination. This place was more than a job—it was a challenge, a proving ground. And for the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of hope stirring deep inside.

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Ch 1:

Dust on His Hooves

After all his efforts August had finally made it to the border of lyushi, sat in line waiting for his turn to be let in. He hoped that he wouldn't have to go back to his home country. The elites turned it into a waste land taking all the mana they could from the ground the plants, anything that had it. He was finally close to the front, he was 4th in line. He stood quietly, hooves caked in the red dust of the road, the sleeves of his shirt clamping to his skin. He held his hands behind his back trying to make his posture as perfect as he could, chin slightly raised. He could not see the guards watching him, but he felt their eyes clearly enough. Mana hummed lightly at the edge of his senses, like ripples brushing against mind.he usually thought that everything given you was a gift from the gods. But right now he wished he could see. He wanted to know how the guards would block at him, what they would think of him.

He hard the guard step forward, the guard made him do many tests, emptying his bag, his pockets, checking his hair, he still couldn't understand why they need to do that.

The guard told him to leave and that he wasn't allowed in. August was terrified of the thought of going back home

"He's with me," a voice snapped—flat and matter-of-fact.

Sylil, crisp in a dark servant’s uniform, had his arms crossed and eyes narrowed at the border officer. He wasn’t tall, but somehow his presence loomed larger than most. "He’s a prospective gardener for House Hanma. I’ll take responsibility."

The officer wrinkled his nose. "You know the law. No coin, no skill, no entry."

"And he has both," Sylil replied. "He just doesn’t flaunt them like the rest of you pigs. Now move."

There was a tense pause before the officer clicked his tongue and waved them through. August exhaled slowly. Elated that someone helped him but was also scared , what if this person wanted something in return. ?

But he has more important things to worry about. Because he was entering lyushi now

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Hi I'm August

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