Subject of Faith: A new Paradise

Unknown point of view

I don't know for how long I have been running, my heart is pounding like crazy while I hear shouts behind me.

"Don't let him escape! Don't the slave escape!!"

I could hear gunshots fire behind me, but for my luck, those guards that were assigned to that position had barely any combat experience.

They acted like most guards around this place, they only cared for loot and the fact that they were allowed to torture slaves up to a point where the slave would be near death.

I have been running for wat seemed like ages until I finally found it a sign that said *escape pods*.

I couldn't believe my luck!

I slammed the door of the escape pod open with brute force as I went inside of it.

I had no time to set the coordinates, in fact, I had nowhere else to go for that matter.

The only place where I think I could go was where my survivor group once used to be, but then again it was never that save there.

The fact that we managed to survive was solely on the fact there were army veterans among our group who had experience fighting the demons.

I pushed lots of buttons without a second thought and pushed the start button.

The engines came to live as my escape pod shot trough the air, eventually creating a warp gate in order to leave this dimension.

I took a look at my body, it was full of scars and dried up blood.

I was still wearing some of those old chains that were piercing into my skin, I really needed to find some tools to remove these things.

If I find a planet that has *proper* life on it that is.

But then I thought back about the fact how I escaped, and more importantly why.

I have been in this nightmare of a place for 3 years, everyone who was there faced constant pain to the mind and was getting tortured for most of the day for the amusement of the guards.

I must have been one of the luckier ones, there was a woman there who lost her sanity to a point where was desperately trying to kill herself.

But the guards were no fools, they placed devices in our chains that prevented us from dying.

I did not know how that was possible, but my theory was that the laws of physics of this dimension were very different than those of real space.

I had made a friend there, he was an old army veteran who fought during the time the darkness cats overrun our newer home planet.

He told me all about it, how it was not just a defeat.

It was a total slaughter.

They all had been prepared for that attack, but the enemy used a method that impossible to do for anybody else at the time, they used the dimension where I am at as a fast way of transport.

This daemon dimension of the opposite from that of real space, when you leave this dimension you will come out as the exact position to that of where it is in real space.

The enemy used this to their advantage and swarmed out of the warp gates behind our lines, slaughtering our soldiers to a point where we had no more defence at the front.

Those who did survive were ordered to evacuate the population to different planets.

But the enemy had no intention of letting that happen.

They released their so called darkness cats, mindless beast that used to be one of us but now infected with some sort of virus or foul magic that totally shredded them from their former selves, becoming pure non-sentient beast that slaughter everything they can for blood.

This is already bad but to make it worse all darkness cats are linked to a single hive mind.

This hive mind controls and directs their attacks, wich makes them excellent for charging trough enemy lines.

Without a nearby hivemind, they act like any other wild animal, kill anything that is in sight.

They are spread all over the galaxy, inhabiting planets where former civilisations used to live, now wiped out from existence.

My friend managed to survive the slaughter, same goes for another 1000 soldiers that managed to live the tale.

The shocking fact was that the enemy murdered more civilians than soldiers.

The planet used to have a populace of 6 billion, wich was eventually reduced to 3 million but only 18 hours.

My friend had a wife and a loving daughter, while he was a soldier that fought a lot he still was having a good time with his family.

He told me how his wife was skinned alive and how his daughter got raped and then murdered without any form of mercy.

It's sad to say but this is what happened to most people among our kind, we all lost family or dear friends because of those monsters.

I can never forget the horrible fate my father met right in front of my eyes, it broke me more than you can imagine.

I and my friend had gotten close to each other, wich is a dangerous thing since one of us always had the chance to get relocated or worse, g get infected with the virus if the guards wanted to have some fun.

If you got infected you would become one of those monsters, you would be thrown into an arena to fight and murder your former friends or you would be relocated into a random planet to wander and murder.

One day my friend had an escape plan, I thought he was out of his mind.

Escaping this place was almost impossible since we were no longer in real space but an entirely different dimension.

But he told me about how they send darkness cats to different planets.

They use small like space pods that get sent into real space and crash into a random planet, that was our key to escape.

I thought we were both going to escape, but as we were about to leave, he ran back and went to hold off the guards so that I had a chance to escape.

I yelled to him that he had to come with me to freedom.

But the look on his face blew my mind off, he was smiling.

He must have planned this from the start not telling me the end part on purpose.

But how is my life any more important than his?

How is my life more important than anyone else's out there in the first place?

Truth to be told, I was vastly different than most people were imprisoned here.

My friend was at the age of 58 being a veteran of many missions that could have lead to death.

I was only 13 years old, being imprisoned in this place ever since I was 10 years old.

And for the fact that my kind was rare.

Our race is called the Holycats because of ancient legends where our ancestors used to battle the strongest demons that the galaxy has ever seen.

But our race was split into 3 subspecies.

The first one didn't really have a name since it the most common out of all.

We never really bothered to name it for that reason.

the second one was the one I was.

We were called Eldritch but many know us for our capabilities of using magic/psychic powers.

3/4 of this subspecies lives in a giant planet where they are trained in the arts of battle and magic.

It was rare for us to live among anyone else than our own subspecies.

The third one was one that almost went to extinction and is very few in number.

They are known as raukan.

This subspecies is also the most dangerous of all, for the very fact that they get stronger from pain.

They used this method their advantage to overpower their enemies but hurting or even torturing themselves in the most painful ways.

Their bodies would be unusable at first but when they recovered their physical strength had reached heights that would take years for any other mortal to achieve.

Their name is also most notable came from their army called *Clan Raukan*.

They were famous for their close combat, charging with insane speeds into enemy firing lines.

Turning a long range battle into a slaughter fast.

But that is enough history lesson for now.

The here and now is what currently matters.

I don't know for how long I have been flying in this thing, it seemed like hours perhaps days.

But things were not looking very good despite I escaped

My body was still bleeding like crazy from all the injuries I got from my escape and still did not know where I was heading towards.

But on the bright side, at least I had weapons, my friend found them inside of the armouries and gave 2 weapons to me.

One being a revolver wich, unfortunately, he only found around 12 bullets with it.

The next weapon made me almost gape my mouth wide open.

It was my father's signature knife.

It was basically a small sized sword that was handcrafted by himself, forged from very strong metal that has been modified with magic in order to make it even stronger.

Most Eldritch weapons are made this way but my father was not only a great warrior, he was also a great scientist.

He put some runes on this blade that I don't know anything about.

From what I can remember weapons of the Eldritch get their enhanced strength from the user.

The user converts some of his magic into the weapon powering it and giving it incredible feats.

The stronger the magic of the user is, the stronger the weapon becomes.

Suddenly I started to feel weaker, and the next moment I passed out.