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Being born into slavery, Valadar worked hard as one since the day he was 8. He had the strictest master, everything had to be perfect. When something was amiss, Valadar would be beaten senseless, sometimes 'til the point he was almost lifeless. Once in a blue moon, his master wouldn't beat him as badly, but he would still be badly wounded. Once he started to become weak and ill-suited for work his Master wanted nothing to do with him. He stopped feeding Valadar and took away everything the man needed to survive. His Master wanted him to suffer. Any slave ill-suited for the simplest jobs was not permitted to take another breath. He wanted Valadar dead, it was his main priority. His Master was a man close to his sixties with not much hair on his head and a big unkempt beard. His stomach was large, like his appetite and he would often "poke fun" at all those around him. He considered himself higher than anyone, even those of a deity. His Master never cared unless it was to benefit him. This man had many wives, whom also worked as slaves for this man. They weren't pushed as far as Valadar was because they still needed strength to bear his child. Sadly for those who were barren, they were executed as soon as possible. Valadar knew how his Master felt, but there was still so much the man could still do. He was trying his best to stay strong even with the revoking of important necessities for his survival. He managed to hold on for another few years. His recovery was slow, but soon his Master began granting back all he had took away, except in smaller portions. He used to feed Valadar a bowl of food, now he was lucky enough to get a spoonful. He used to have a bed, it wasn't the best bed in the world, but it was better than what he was given now. The teenager only had a pillow and small blanket. His Master had told him to be grateful he even granted Valadar with that much. In the winter Valadar had suffered frostbite, but it was never to the point it was considered terminal. During the summer he would suffer from heat stroke and his Master wouldn't care. He still demanded such tasks from the child. It wasn't until Valadar fell deathly ill again that his Master had revoked everything granted back to the incubus. The wives of this man would take care of Valadar in secret, providing him with food they managed to steal and would even offer their own bed to the child. This was how Valadar was able to recover and still keep his life without his Master being suspicious. It went on for 5 years, until Valadar was 14, that his Master was beginning to catch on. He noticed food was beginning to disappear and witnessed one of his many wives stealing. Of course she was punished. She lost her right hand and was threatened with death if she didn't confess the thought behind her actions. She was never heard from again. Fear laid within the hearts of these girls but still they continued to look after the incubus in his time of need. Another 5 years had passed until his Master finally discovered what was going on. The wives were sent to be punished along with Valadar. It was sentenced to be the last time they were to see the light of day. They were all taken to different cells; the wives in one, him in another. They couldn't see each other, all they could hear was the blood curdling screams of one another.

His Master had walked into his cell one night to finish him off. Of course Valadar knew it was coming, he had a plan ready to be sprung. The night before Valadar figured a way to get his cuffs undone. It was his time now to finish this tyranny once and for all. Awaiting for his Master to approach close enough, he broke free from his chains and attacked. Valadar gripped the fat bastard by his neck and repeatedly bashed it into the cell gates and on the hard floor until he was no more. With the key still being in the cell door he grabbed them and released the ladies before the guards noticed what had happened. The wives were now widows and free. They begged Valadar to stay with them, but he was set on leaving and starting anew. There was no changing his mind. With their new freedom the ladies started up an orphanage where they would care for those abandoned as if they were their own with the riches they received from their dead husband. Valadar had much respect for these women and for what they’ve done. The now free incubus traveled far from the country of Romania. With no set destination, he made his way to Finland by age 20. There he stumbled upon a mansion where he met a slave like him, one with an abusive master as well. Valadar didn’t know he was crossing on private property until a man with red hair came running up to him to warn him. This slave had the brightest purple eyes Valadar had ever seen. They were so full of hope  even through the pain this man had been through. He had learned the name of this slave, it was Orja.  He visited this slave at the same time everyday, when the slave was forced to do the yard work. They would talk in the time it would take him to complete his chores. They would laugh and have a good time together. When Valadar would see the slave had a new wound or bruise, he would hold Orja close for a few minutes so his Master wouldn't become suspicious. He deeply care for this man. It wasn't until a few months later that Orja just stopped showing up. Valadar would come same time everyday, but there was still no sign of the slave. Growing worried of what happened to the red haired man, Valadar decided to do some snooping of his own. Making sure to be stealthy and quiet, he looked into different windows before finally finding Orja. Something was different about him; he had a blood stained blindfold on and bandage wrapping on his chest. Unsure how to feel, Valadar left for the day. He had planning to do. The next day had come, it was early in the morning. He could see Orja opening the curtain of what he assumed to be the bedroom. Luckily there were vines running down the wall under the balcony connecting to the room Orja was currently in. Quickly and carefully he climbed until he reached the balcony. The door was open wide enough for Valadar to sneak in. The incubus couldn’t stand to see another defenseless demon be tormented. There was no sight of Orja’s Master, but there was motion in the bathroom. Orja was running the bath and little chuckling was heard coming from the same room. Slowly sneaking in he saw a woman in the bathroom. It didn’t take much effort of his to end her life, it was rather simple and gave him such a rush. He immediately took Orja with him, saving him from that personal hell. After that the two have been together ever since.