A new batch of slaves was delivered to the Coven earlier that day. The witches needed a bunch of new experimenting subjects. The demand for potions became extremely high since Eldoria joined in the war.
Kalliope opened the gate and let in the group of slaves. Twenty-four in total. Twelve male and twelve female.
Kalliope stood aside and watched the slave master led the slaves inside. Her eyes caught on to a very unique slave.
He was exceptionally muscular and he had a very pretty pair of eyes.
Kalliope stood in the middle of the slaves and looked down upon the male slave. She lifted his chin up. His face was covered by the muddy messed up hair. The witch pushed his hair out of the way.
The man's eyes contained two slit pupils and golden irises.
Kalliope smiled, "How pretty. Are you suffering from an illness?"
"No, my lady."
"Oh? And a sweet talker as well. Why are your eyes so dark, boy?"
"I was born this way, my lady."
