A/N: EID MUBARAK BOIS!
Enjoy the time given to us after a month of fasting and perseverance and spending our days in belief and faith. This is a festival to enjoy and go out with family.
Also, collect as much Eidi As possible fellas. Gotta get that $$$ money!
A complex mix of emotions...sadness, sorrow, happiness, joy, loss, grief, ecstasy...
Adam felt all those as he saw the horrific yet pleasant sight before him. His home since birth, his city, his town...ravaged beyond recognition.
His eyes were listless as he watched the destruction, the scenery he was used to seeing gone, the buildings he remembered vividly...gone. Smoke rose into the sky; the Sky was a perfect grey and gloomy sight befitting this tragedy.
Adam turned his head to a guildmate of his, more than half of his body crushed under debris.
Adam knelt down and stared him in the eyes...listening to his pleas.
"ki...ll me pleas...eee.."
He begged for his life to see an end, the pain he felt was unimaginable. His entire lower half was crushed underneath the debris and most of his abdomen. If he was not awakened, he would not have survived this. He would have embraced the kindness that was dead long ago if he was a normal human.
His head was decapitated in a single, clean strike. Something his Guildmaster, Adam did to relieve him of his suffering.
Adam's eyes were listless as he stood up again...and looked toward the sky.
Drops of water fell, slowly at first. Adam felt some sort of solace in the drizzle that soon turned into a pour.
The ground became soake as the drops of water drove the Blood and other gore hidden under the debris out... The rain washed the blood and flesh from the streets.
"This was not...what was promised..."
Adam muttered...his mana flaring into the atmosphere, expelling each drop of water from his vicinity.
"...My city...my home... I was to rule it...NOT DESTROY IT!"
His rage peaked, an illusory white tiger formed behind him, his eyes became as ferocious as a tiger's and white fur started to cover his body and a tail grew. His teeth changed into those of a canine as his rage was palpable.
"NECESSARY?! THIS UNRECOVERABLE DAMAGE WAS FUCKING NECESSARY?!"
He spoke out in rage, his voice strong enough to shake the surroundings.
[Why are you so mad? This has gotten rid of the weak ones, your enemies...]
[Destruction of Mind(S) has been activated.]
[Demon's Invitation (C)has been activated]
[Skill: Demonic Coercion(S) has been activated.]
[Skill: Persuasion(A) has been activated]
[Skill: Mind Break (B) has been activated.]
[Skill: Call of the Devil (A) has been activated.]
[Your mind is deteriorating.]
The notification could not be seen by Adam as he was suddenly assaulted by a sudden headache, the Illusory white tiger behind him disappeared...as he knelt down and clutched his head in pain.
[It was a necessary sacrifice, Adam, why are you unable to see it?]
That sweet, seductive, persuasive, manipulative voice was back again...
"...how was it...necessary?"
Adam responded, his voice weak, his mind attacked by various methods...the man couldn't even stand up fine now...
This was the price of making a contract with a demon, especially one as worse as this.
Some asked for the forfeit of the soul, some asked for other sacrifices, and this neverending cycle was started which led to even more immoral behavior.
In Aranus's case, he had forfeited his soul whilst stuck in the naivety that was possessed by a child, while in Adam's case, it was his entire mind, his being slowly being corrupted by the Demon.
No contractor of an Evil Demon led a good life afterward, they only suffered in the illusion of a good life, their every action, every step led by the demon controlling them, like a puppeteer masterfully maneuvering the strings attached to his puppet, as James did with Alan.
It was always the manipulators who knew the psyche the best, whether it was a human or elf, or dwarf. Dwarves and Humans would be lured in with fake promises, whilst if a demon managed to do the same with an elf, he would be regarded with respect among fellow demons.
The Direct subordinates and believers of the Dragon Race, The Elves were extremely resistant to Demonic Corruption. They were pure and regarded the Dragon as Gods, and because of the protection of dragons, they were safe from the advances of most demons.
That was the case as well for some dwarven tribes who had Dragons as Guardian Deities...but Humans had nothing.
Nevertheless, Adam was now on the path to ruin. The voice of the Demonn was sweet and pleasant to the ears, as most lies are. His empty promises of strength, power, and bloodline were getting to Adam, more severely than he had thought, his every action and the move was being dictated by the Demon, and the poor man was oblivious to it.
Its sweet voice, whenever heard would be accompanied by a sense of hope and fulfillment being felt by Adam...It destroyed him, corrupting his soul, and controlling his Psyche.
[This is the way Adam, The way to power.]
[You are not innocent in this...]
Its words...were detrimental yet sweet.
[You did what I asked, you did the morally questionable things your society would admonish...You are a sinner.]
No...there is some HOPE!
[There is none, Adam...] [ You know it as well as I do.]
[There is only one way.]
Adam interrupted the voice, And that signified it.
He was gone, The man known as Adam was gone.
'Adam' controlled the situation well after the incident, He oppressed the other small guilds. His league of guilds, his alliance was the most powerful left. His enemies were also dead. Alfred, the only one who could oppose him, had died alongside his wife in the incident, Micheal was also severely injured, both physically and mentally. Everything was going to plan.
Aror was now his, although it required some repairs. He was now the ruler.
Nothing could disturb him..right?
Yes...nothing. All he needed to do was wait for 'his' descent and prepare the necessary ingredients.
He did unspeakable things for power, things that would have been never ever thought of by him. For Power he did everything.
But who would have thought? At the very end, at the very climax of 'his' plans.
Nuisances would appear.