The saying, “Hell in a Hand Basket” put lightly what befell the earth centuries ago. The demons full of patience and power watched from below as man above slowly whittled away their souls for their own pleasure and desires. From the pits of hell they watched and waited for their chance, for their time to rule. For that one moment, when all that was good and pure in the world faded and only the sins remained.<br/><br/>Don’t just think the humans took this all lying down, far from it. Instead they fought tooth and nail for what was left of their world. With every fiber of their being they fought and struggled to hold onto their world. In the end it was for naught, but the battle was glorious none the less. When the dust settled the humans were practically extinct save for the few that were used for breeding stock and slavery. Beasts of burden, mere shadows of their former selves they were nothing but the play things of the new rulers of the world.<br/><br/>Azmaveth Kritanta, a son of hell and current entrepreneur made his money in many things; rare items and trinkets which included the occasional slave. Humans were such a comity that their prices valued based on several factors. From age, gender, hair color and any skills they might be blessed with. Azmaveth considered himself an expert on the creatures and made it one of his life goals to collect the best, breed them and then sell the offspring to the highest bidders in his own private auction. Which is what he was doing right now, out in the market to find some fresh blood to add into his ranks; inbreeding was a risk he would not even begin to entertain. So, from time to time he would be forced to venture among the rift raft to see what there was to offer.<br/><br/>“Alejandro,” he called from his chambers his focus on the mirror in front of him.<br/><br/>A young human male entered, the gold collar about his neck denoted his status among the rest of the slaves that roamed about. “Yes, m’lord?” his voice was a soft tenor that rolled from his lips with a confidence that many would not expect from a person of his station.<br/><br/>“I have to leave to see what the market has to offer for out stocks, until then you are in charge as usual.” The demon gazed at his<a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/21/b3/70/21b3703e2113d2fb16df49d271dcace5.jpg">human visage</a>in the mirror while he spoke, his blue eyes alight with some inner flame or power, one could never really tell. Dirty blonde hair today was brushed back and styled a few times before he decided on the current one. The three piece<a class="postlink" href="http://www.whynotmodels.com/pictures/976/976_242270.jpg">suit</a>he wore was grey on grey, a simple design though cut to fit his tall lean frame to perfection. Sure he could have just conjured up an outfit to suit his needs, but there was just something about a finely tailored suit that never got old. A final check in the mirror and he was pleased with the scruff of a beard he had begun to grow, he turned from the mirror to take in his current favorite human.<br/><br/>The<a class="postlink" href="http://covermenmag.com/gregkheel/photos/g04.jpg">other male</a>was roughly the same height as himself, a tall and proud 6’2. The build was a lean muscular, his body bare save for the simple tunic that was wrapped about his waist.  The olive complexion he sported mixed with his other dark looks gave him an exotic quality that really appealed to Azmaveth. He was the physical embodiment of perfection and one of his most prized possessions.<br/><br/>“Of course, m’lord, should I do anything to prepare for your return?”<br/><br/>“I want a bath, hot and I mean hot. I do not want to have whatever I bring home wait for a moment to be cleaned from the filth they are likely to be caked in,” he paused in thought for a moment. “What do you think I should look for today? A male or a female?”<br/><br/>“Which ever would please you more m’lord,” Alejandro gave the simple and proper response.<br/><br/>“Hmmm,” he mused for a moment before he grinned. “I think we should get another female to add to our ranks. Maybe one that is finally good enough to breed you with?” His tone was playful and friendly, which caused the other male to blush slightly and avert his eyes.<br/><br/>“Alright, you have my orders and I shall be back hopefully soon.”<br/><br/>With that he checked himself once more in the mirror and then departed his home and the subsequent estate with his Golem guard in tow. In the transport he sat back against the leather seats, what skin the leather was made from was subject to debate. The desolate and waste like world they traversed scrolled by his window without notice or care. What happened in the world did not bother him more so that he was only concerned if it had to do with him and his business. Whether there was enough food to feed everyone or if people suffered, none of that he cared about. As long as it did not affect him then he was happy.<br/><br/>The market came into view and the trans was stopped, his door opened by his guard Azmaveth took the time to button his suit jacket before he continued  on into the market. Various venders called out their wares, from weapons, armor, clothing and various other trinkets. A few had a slave or two, but after a quick glance there was nothing about them that was particularly appealing.<br/><br/>“So, what do you have here? Tell me what makes her worth the price you are asking?” he asked, amused and interested to see what kind of a haggling game they could get into.