<strong>Aldora, mistress of Frost</strong><br/><br/>When the battle was finally over, Aldora had been visibly bored, she was the first to get up from her seat, ordered her minions to collect her slaves and left the arena. She rode to her outrageously large mansion and prepared everything for the arrival of the new slaves. It was rare that she was given two males, since most of her slaves were female. Although Aldora was keen on manners and morals, this time she couldn't be bothered by seperating the female slaves from the males and after a cell had been cleaned she waited outside for the carriage to arrive with her slaves.<br/><br/>It wasn't metal bars and iron. No, Aldora was a bit flamboyant and maybe a bit too flamboyant for a Slave Mistress but she didn't care. The carriage her slaves rode was a metal flat board to sit on, the bars and roof of the cell wasn't made of iron though but erected in ice. It looked good and because of the extreme temperatures in hell, the coolness of the ice was highly uncomfortable for the slaves riding it. They were roughly selected from the group of slaves and thrown into the cell. Then their journey began, over the endless dead plains towards the mansion.<br/><br/>They were greeted by a lush green driveway, with trees and a pond, all a facade to hide what was going on inside the walls of the massive house. As the reached the porch of the house, Aldora snapped her fingers and the ice instantly melted, showering the two slaves inside it with ice cold water.<br/><br/>"Do not attempt to run or I will make you suffer and since you are in Hell, it'll be endless. Literally."<br/><br/>The two slaves were pulled off the carriage and thrown on the floor and then told to stand up.<br/><br/>"Herja, and Ashakiel. From now on your names will be totally irrelevant. A mere memory to a different life. Today you new life starts. Or should I say death?"<br/><br/>Wearing a pristine white feathery cloak, Aldora looked more like an angel than a real demon but the flickering of her forked tongue betrayed her true nature, as did they venomous green eyes.<br/><br/>"I have a couple of rules you will obey. If you for some reason fail to obey you will suffer. If you fail again, you will suffer more. Since I cannot kill you myself I will just have to torture you up to a point where you will be begging me to do so and I hereby give you the answer. I will not."<br/><br/>She paced around the three slaves and inspected them, feeling them, touching them, looking at them.<br/><br/>"If you are in some way supernatural or have wings or other forms than this, do not attempt to use them in here. Your human form is what you will use unless told otherwise."<br/><br/>When she was done inspecting them she walked the stairs to the porch and spoke to them from her high position.<br/><br/>"You are new slaves which means you are lowest in rank. Other slaves have more rights, which, in time, you can earn as well. For now though, you are worthless sacks of meat which I will have to train to please the princes.<br/><br/>With that she left the patio and walked indoors. Quickly the three slaves were bound and guided to the lowest of levels in a large cavern system under the house. Hundreds of slaves were held here, some walked freely, others were bound. Unlike the carriage, the cellblock they were guided to was made of rock and iron. A secluded corner of the cave with four cells. One of the cells held a young lady and soon Herja was locked in the cell next to her. Ashakiel was given the cell on the opposite site of the cellblock.