Infinity: Rising of the Soul Weavers

* Played "Powfu - Death Bed ft. don't stay awake for too long" while writing this *

AN: the following content might (probably will) be sensitive to most readers. Don't read unless 18+ of age, and with a strong heart. You've been warned!

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"Hey I'm the genius doctor here!" retorts Black Wing, "and about the owing you my life part, it's just figure of speech! But I do owe you, and I shall pay my debt", at that she sighs in disappointment.

"Good girl!" smiles Lady Luck and pats Black Wing's head as if she was her three months old puppy.

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*Some days later*

According to what Maya's mentioned, Draven's bodycount went up by one the moment he set foot, or head, in this cursed place.

Even though he has no memory of it.

Also, at that same night, a sick old hag was his second.

Not even Maya knew her true identity as the doctor or Black Wing.

On the second day, two other rich looking ladies with weird outfits spent more time with him than he would've preferred, to make things worse, they didn't have any concept of taking turns...

Like two rats sharing the same rotten piece of bread.

On the third day, a bunch of young and old ladies joined the fray.

After that point, he'd already lost count.

Along with all of the mixed feelings he's been having and with his mind on the virge of being lost for good, he's started to realize some new things.

'Always, after each time my body count goes up, the other person falls unconscious making some weird noises, and I feel like I'm about to disappear off of this world, being so tired that I actually feel like I'm going to die', his reasoning went on.

'Also, every time the same person comes back for more, I see a huge difference between their the old and new self.'

'It's almost like I'm making them young again.'

As funny as it sounds, he wasn't far off the mark, not at all.

'Which leads me to a crazy theory', his thoughts kept spinning like a broken washing machine, 'maybe I have some weird ability that transfers my life force into other people.'

'ignoring the discussion about why or how this stupid ability works, if I'm right, it means that if I keep doing this, I'd die soon!'

His conclusion was almost flawless.

Someone might hear of the joke about people dying while "having so much fun", but in Draven's case, it wasn't much of a joke, except of that what he's experiencing couldn't be described as "having fun", not in the common sense at least.

A fact that's worth mentioning is that ever since it's all started, Draven's started hearing voices.

If there was a border between sanity and insanity, Draven was sure he's been playing balance on a thin line on it for quite a while now. And it's bound to break soon.

Fun fact, the voice in his head actually replies to his thoughts sometimes, which doesn't help his case.

Although, between being treated like an object, or rather a scum rag without an "s", and being sucked dry both physically and mentally, the only silver lining was that there were no men in the mix.

It could've been thanks to the fact that Lady Luck hates males for some reason, or that she realizes that would be the last straw that would break the poor lad's mind with it.

Not that he'd live long if this keeps up anyway.

Although, with Lady Luck having a male assistant, rolling out option number one should have been a priority, as not to give false hopes.

And her being the person she is, obviously contradicts with option number two.

"Here, here, my little useless tool! I've got a surprise for you!" her maniac laughter fills the room and creeps even the little moth racing between the two lightbulb in the room, "All for the sake of science!"

At that, a mix of young and old men enter the room.

'Oh no.. you must be sh*tting me!' Draven cursed his naive thinking.

It wasn't clear whether Lady Luck had just read his mind or body language, but she did at least one of the above because she bursts into a hysteric laughter after taking a quick look at him.

'What am I supposed to do at this point? What did I do wrong? Is this what I'm destined to do till I die?' he thought, his nerves on the virge of shattering to a hundred pieces.

'Please, stop this, I don't have any more tears to shed!'

'Damn, is this what Maya deals with on daily basis? Poor soul...' Only after his session of self pity did he realize the amount of stress and torture she's had to endure so far.

'I wish I had the power to change this- scratch that, who am I kidding? I'm just as useless as Lady F*ck makes it sound.'

Before closing his eyes and giving up on his fate, he'd wished whoever is doing this to him, to have mercy on little Maya.

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*Moments earlier*

When Draven's first came to the brothel, Maya didn't think much of it.

She thought he's going to either kill himself or someone else will do that for him.

Even after witnessing the horrors she's witnessed, Maya was still fragile, that's why she's tried so hard to avoid Draven.

Yet, since she was tasked with taking care of him, her hand was forced.

Since the second day, when his cuffed hands were free again, she had thought he'd try something funny with her, yet he didn't.

Rather than being upset or sad, like most kids were, in his eyes she only saw disappointment.

She's never seen him cry, but there was always tear marks down his cheeks.

And, she's never seen him laughing, yet he'd always smile at her.

What she's found really absurd was that he didn't talk much, yet, whenever he did, he would try to soothe her, trying to make her feel better.

Where she was supposed to be the one making sure his mind doesn't break down, he was the one always making her feel at ease when she's in his room.

Maya started developing some strange feelings for him.

Her body would always feel warm at his presence, her mind at ease, and her anxiety in check.

Every now and then, she'd get the funny feeling, as if there are butterflies in her stomach.

Maya was ignorant to what love was, being born in an orphanage and kidnapped soon after she ran away, trying to play a prank to get some attention.

Yet, she realised that those fuzzy feelings meant trouble.

Sooner or later, for better or worse, one of them would leave.

"Hey, you little b*tch! Come here at once!" Black Silver's voice yanked Maya out of her short lived trance.

Soon after, Maya was dragged by Black Silver down the basement where Draven's room was.

'Oh, no, he's fine, right? He's all right! Please God!' Maya started to panick at the thought of something bad happening to Draven.

She's never been summoned to that room so abruptly before, after that incident, when Raj was found bleeding to death after stabbing his own wrist and neck with a metal fork, multiple times.

Maya shudders at the idea causing her to stop in her tracks, pushing Black Silver's hand down.

With her hands on her small mouth, she starts puking her hazel eyes out, or she tries, yet nothing comes out.

Too bad she hadn't had breakfast, not even dinner last night.

Even before finishing her phase, Maya was thrown in the room, head first.

Through her blurry vision, she could see Draven with his hands and feet cuffed to the bed, still wearing the same disappointed expression she's known for a while now.

The only difference today was that there was no warm welcoming smile, no, quite the opposite.

When he saw her, his expression changed to that of worry.

She could even swear she saw a tinge of rage in his azure eyes.

A second look around the room she realised what was happening.

Even with Maya's limited knowledge, she's seen old people coming in to Draven's room, only to get out young and healthy again as if they've been given a cup of the elixir of life.

That, or they being replaced with a perfect clone of themselves.

She suspected Lady Luck is trying to check if the effects works on both genders.

"Now, now, since we have all the players here at the ready", Lady Luck's voice echoed through the room.

" the three of you gentlemen will take on this young lad", she said looking at three random men, one by one, then pointing at Draven.

Then she pointed at the rest of the men, " and you three will take the young lady over there", she said pointing at Maya.

At that, both Draven and Maya felt a deep hard knot settling in their stomachs, each for their own reasons

"However, the girl's team will start first, we can't have the boy distracted while his little lover is enjoying herself now, can we?" Lady Luck's voice was beaming with joy.

Apparently, Maya's change of attitude and her warm smile gave Lady Luck the wrong idea.

Maya felt dizzy and turned beet red. She was used to this, but having Draven watching the process wasn't part of her plans.

Draven on the other hand, wanted to yell at Lady F*ck to stop her madness, but he knew it'd only prove her point in her eyes, and make Maya's days more miserable.

Heck, even denying it would still give her joy.

Being stuck between a rock and hard place, he kept quiet.

Lady Luck turned red with rage for a second, before smiling and continuing her orders, " the team that shows the most... cooperation and team spirit will be the winner, and will be awarded as such. Myself and Black Silver here will be the judges", she finished with a mad smile.

Draven's brain was spinning on top gear, trying to find something to fix the situation.

'I can't allow this to happen, there's not way I'd accept something like that!' he thought, feeling his body getting warm and weird.

'What are you going to do about it?' a deep cold voice resouded in his head.

'I'm going to break them all, those b*stards!' Draven felt his rage seething through his eyes.

'Says the guy bound to his bed, while watching a little girl about to get r*ped, only to follow her lead himself... Pathetic' The voice wasn't amused.

'Shut the F*CK up! I said I'll-"

'Ah look at that, her blouse is already being shredded to pieces', the voice cut him off.

'No! Please, stop that! Let them stop!' seeing Maya's small hands covering her tiny chest, especially with that pity expression she gave, didn't help one bit.

'Are you going to cry, or do something about it?'

'What can I do? I'm pathetic like you said! I can't even help myself. My only power is to give my life to those who f*ck me!'

'You're pathetic indeed, but that can change, I'll provide the power you need, you only have to let go of my shackles!"

'How?'

'WILL IT', the voice was getting impatient by the second.

And so were the men huddling around Maya.

"SAVE HER! I HEREBY RELEASE YOU OF YOUR SHACKLES!"

His sudden burst startled everyone in the room, but not as much as what followed.