Curse Of The Vengeful Spirit

Chapter 20: The Other Vengeful Spirit

I was still confused on why that thing goes around my head.

Three of the prisoners that I had just freed from the bars started to take off. Dragonus is still dealing with his other withering wing from the Spectral dagger. And the Phoenix just literally stare at me the whole time. What is its problem anyway?

Davion looked one more time at us. "We'll search for the Demons. Don't worry, we'll meet up back here."

The Phoenix just chirped back. I don't know why, but I could understand its gestures. Nonetheless, I stood up, looking up at the long, distant roads.

"We should get going."

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I hear you...

What do you want?

Why should I answer you? We both already know that.

It has to be.

I see the beautiful fragment of your precious sanity. I'm always here to redeem it.

This is my only remnant to pull myself off your curse, and I'm not willing to give it!

So brave of you, but wheter you like the outcome or not, you and me are the same, two essences inside a body. If you try to label me, consider me as your nightmare.

Either of the two. You'll never be one of my company. Not even once of each time spilling in my lifetime.

I hail from your deepest incantations of your mind as possible, so you won't get lost on where the hell I live. Hear me out, for a while, can you?

And why should I?

Because first of all, I was considered as one of Scree'auk's right hand, being one of her main faction, which is divided into two: her left faction is the negative emotions itself, and the right faction is the retaliation of those emotions, for instance; Vengeance. Like you, I was once a proud protector of the Ghastly Eyrie centuries ago, those days I spent guarding along the palace and hounding many intruders and defilers since there was no formidable protection of the Scion that time. And I was betrayed, when Scree'auk's legion of our dead comrades rushed forward to end our very bloodline. I was working my best to handle them off the palace, but such forces couldn't hold our stand against them, and when that dreaded time came, I was left alone and became too late... Since that time when I was wandering helplessly on the Wastelands, I was like you, pale and flightless as they tore off my wings, Scree'auk pouring her tainted curse, and I slowly turned into... this form. Every minute pass, I gather small pieces of energies to make myself live longer than dying as one of Scree'auk's pathetic minion. However, as much as I can do that, I can never avoid death... except when linked with a mortal. I was that dark figment of yours, for I am deformed into a formless being. While you were being consumed by my aura, I came and the bond got strucked in between. This bond will keep you alive by sharing my inner core, considering that you're already dead when Scree'auk discharged all of your former self. Now, I reek inside you, not just to sustain our life forces, but to also fullfill my paperwork.

And what would be that?

To retaliate... we are the Vengeful ones that wanted to vanquish the creators who created us in a twisted manner. I may not exsist as you do, but in dire times, just let me consume the last fragment of your sanity...