Role

Chapter 2

The son of a whore and some unknown father, Oniflond was about
10 years old when the whorehouse sold him to a merchant with a
penchant for young boys. This particular man particularly enjoyed
emasculating the boys - dressing them up as females to serve...
and service...him. Oniflond's fair features did him no favors in
this environment, of course. Treated as female while forced to endure
the predations of a fat, wealthy bastard for years, whatever Light his
soul might have had was extinguished completely.

Oniflond was granted a reprieve from his hellish existence by the Empire.
Having been too cowardly himself to try to murder his merchant master and
secure his own freedom, black-armored men came knocking. They demanded
the merchant and, once he appeared, sliced his head from his body.

"That is the price you pay when you miss your taxes."

Oniflond did not know who the men were, but knew his moment to escape
had arrived.