Darkness suddenly took over my mind once more, as I saw new memories.
The boy had grown up, wearing black robes, and holding into a wooden staff which had stuck to it a large magic crystal imbued with darkness element.
His face seemed pale and emotionless, as darkness surged from his body.
He was looking in front of him, as countless bodies laid over the floor, humans wearing armor and their entire camp covered on black flames.
Just like they burned his village when he was a small baby, he did the same against the human camp, burning them all.
"All of you shall burn… all of you…"
Darkness once more changed my visions.
Atop a high cliff, the same man stood. Below him, thousands of humans marched, as many other demons were as his side as well, enormous gargoyles, dragon-kins, and other creatures tamed by them.
"I shan't allow you to pour your viciousness any longer on my land, humans! My people… let's march!"
My vision changed once more, as thousands of bodies covered a dry battlefield, the ground was red-colored purely because of all the blood poured over.
The bodies of not only humans, but demons and monsters laid over. However, I quickly realized that there were still warriors fighting, a few hundred of humans were still alive, they had magicians with them, and fought viciously against the last dozen demons, led by the same man I saw before.
Each and every one of his comrades fell one after the other, as the man struggled with his magic, his Mana was already emptying. His life was coming to an end as his body couldn't sustain all the damage he was taking, dozens of arrows already piercing his entire body, as magic had hit him so many times half his body was burned.
"Hahh… Damn… Damn Humans…!"
The general of the human army slowly approached him, with sword at hand.
"You've fought well, Demon."
He pointed his sword at him.
The man slowly looked at him with a face filled with furious resentment, as his heart suddenly began to burn with black flames conjured by him.
"I curse you… Human… I curse you!!!"
The general suddenly felt weakened for a second, as if something hit his body, but it was nothing.
His head rolled over the floor, as the man I've been following died.
However, his memories didn't end at his death.
I saw countless other small visions, the general cursed by him ended losing his next battle, and he ran away into the wilderness, where he was attacked by wild wolves and eaten alive.
The alpha of the wolves then carried the curse as he ate his heart. And then, the alpha died hunted by an Orc, only for the Orc that ate the wolf to receive the curse. , for years and years to no end, the curse was constantly passed over, while it accumulated power…
Until it ended in a monster inside a dungeon, which was eaten by a large group of newborn Mimic Demons, one of them, Furoh, inherited such a curse as well. And since then, his life has been filled with more misery than anybody else.
The Curse spoke once more.
"Y-You… You converted yourself into a curse?"
"…No, it could be said I am merely a curse that carries my creator's memories."
"T-That's… Who was your creator?"
"He was known as the 53th Demon King."
"D-Demon King?! Wait, how many Demon Kings has there been in the world?"
The curse seemed tired and completely defeated based in how he acted. I suppose I don't have to expect a rebellion from his part, hopefully.
"This is a Curse of Hatred and Resentment. The Last Curse of the 53th Demon King which he left behind on an Human Commander that slain him, who was later known as the Hero of Blade Steel. He died pitifully, didn't he? I caused his death…" Laughed the Curse.
"To think that Furoh carried such a thing with himself… Poor thing." I sighed.
"Now, you've willingly decided to carry upon the curse of an ancient demon king by yourself, little girl. Quite honestly, you surprise me. I will amuse myself as I ruin your life and bring despair to your everyday." He laughed.
"Well, I've modified you so you can't really do that anymore." I said.
The Curse was slightly shocked.
"You're awfully strong though, I can barely hold into you. But I'm sure I'll grow strong enough to hold your full power…" I said with a smile, suddenly showing him a holographic window that showed his changes.
[Curse]: [Curse of the Devourer of Darkness]
A curse that originally was meant to carry the hatred and resentment of an Ancient Demon King and slowly accumulate into a deadly disease that would kill his enemies, one way or another. However, it has been modified to instead, be able to absorb such Negative Energy and devour it, completely destroying it and, at the same time, absorbing its power to grow stronger, enhancing the carrier in the process. The carrier of this curse, however, suffers every time it absorbs this darkness.
"W-What? My entire purpose… What I was made for…!" He muttered. "This is… Hahh… Hahaha!"
However, instead of despairing, he suddenly laughed.
"This is amusing! …To think your selfishness would carry you so far as to change my nature into such a ridiculous thing!" He laughed. "Let's see how far you can go by using such power…"
"Yeah, yeah…" I sighed. "I already told you that you're dealt with, so just sit there for a while. Maybe if you behave you can turn into a Spirit."
"S-Spirit?! I am a Powerful Curse made by the Demon King of an Ancient Era!" He angrily said.
"Well, Ancient Era… I guess your creator is not the same that my parents fought." I said. "Well, that's kind of a relief."
"Your parents fought…? Ohh… So you're a hero's daughter…" He laughed. "I suppose my purpose had been fulfilled, as I've finally reached the soul of a future hero…"