Cursed Earth Online (First Cycle)

4: Talents and Curses

The sky suddenly started to gradually turn red as if blood had started gushing out from the wound and moved to cover the area around it, including the clouds.

The view sickened him as his eyes pierced the sky like daggers with their intensity.

The blackened sun looked like the entry point for that "wound" as the "blood" spread all around.

He let out an unhappy sigh as he was reminded of the events before when he had seen something like this happen; when he had willingly entered this abyss and saved humanity even though he hated all of mankind.

He used to be a shy and selfless person before and yet here he was, a cold and callous man now and it seems he now stood once more where he had started.

It had been years since he saved the world for totally unselfish reasons and found himself stranded without a way back. Though he may have done it for the people he loved it, it still felt completely empty.

He had to give up a lot to save the human race. To gain this.... curse that he used to save everyone.

He lost his easy life, his happiness, his hands, and even the one person he loved the most.

Though he knew that ever since then "she" was living out his life for the both of them, and that was the only thing he could find comfort in.

"Crap, why'd I even survive that whole battle?" he complained out loud as he donned the very suit he had promised never to wear again.

"Looks like someone's back in business", a sullen voice began to say the man looked to his left and found a man wearing a deer's skull like a helmet.

The man in the deer skull wore a black trench coat on his person with sleeves that were just right for his arms, giving him the appearance of a wendigo-like creature with a pair of katana hanging at its waist and a crossbow on his back.

"That I am, bone-head. Seems like you actually survived it too", the frustrated young man replied with a bit of snark as he finished his preparations.

The wendigo looked at his companion for a bit and scrutinized him.

He was no longer the bright-eyed boy he once knew. There was no longer hope in his eyes or warmth and joy in the boy's voice. There was only a bitter heart and hatred for humanity.

Before he could answer however, it came; the bright red flash that they had been waiting for and the distorted laugh that came with it.

"Here it comes", was all the boy could say next as he was handed a katana by his skeletal companion as they then rushed at the enormous crimson eye staring at them menacingly.

The robed man's body fell to the floor, riddled with bullet holes and wounds as the demon held its head in his right hand.

"The plaza... I see...", he began to mutter to himself as he then looked at the head closely along with the body. He would need to copy every bit of this guy to pass himself off.

As far as he could tell, these men were planning something with his brother's life. Apparently they are a cult of some sort and are trying to bring something into this world, something really horrible.

It was similar to a god of some sort that the man he killed believed to be the true god and would make them kings of the world.  

And it also seemed that they had a hand in all this weirdness going around.

Well, not that it mattered anymore to him. They were all about to be dead men anyways.

All the things that he gained from the game being turned into reality would help the demon achieve this. He would spare no one and end anyone that got in his way.