Lies or an act, Adam didn’t know what was the truth. But from the simple fact that his head was going to be skewered not too long ago. It proved that his opponent was not a Jester. A guy who focused more on style than efficiency.
Unlike the young man now, who had attacked him like a well-oiled machine.
"Then Farhad, Son of Varkus Maisel. I am going to go." With one eye and an arm that was forsaken by the god. Adam knew that even with the little mana he had collected. The opponent was not soone he could face on his own.
Not to ntion the fact that he was facing an undead with regenerative powers. Facing him now would be too much. So, Adam was smart where it mattered. But before he went away, he did say. "But before that, what happened to Jester?"
In return for the question, Adam faced an offensive from Farhad. Movent is too wild to be considered human. But with his transmutation powers, like dancing on the ground, Adam erected a wall of rubble to shield himself from each attack while backing down more.
"Guess, he fell in your hands." The very fact that Farhad had not responded to that question showed that to Farhad, Jester was not a threat anymore. He was free, hence able to attack so freely. "Do you feel bad for your friend?" Farhad asked, as if mocking Adam.
Though all he got in response was ."Why should I? And besides, the reason I asked this question was to see where he is. And from your response, I am sure that you think he is gone."
"What do you an I think? I crushed the bastard with my hands."
"Of Course you did, did you do it in reality or one of those dreams?" These words weakened the offensive suddenly, giving Adam a chance to breathe.
"Speak, what do you know of?" Asked Farhad, but Adam didn’t speak anymore and then before Farhad could ask more, he disappeared into smoke. Leaving the words. "He is still watching you." Echoing in Farhad’s ears. But that was it, with the danger gone from the vicinity of his father. Farhad ca back to him but was stopped as a small fireball floated above his Father’s hand.
And its target was none other than Farhad.
"Tell , who are you?" He asked again, finding it truly hard to believe this was his son. "I don’t want excuses or any lies, just say it now. Who are you?"
"I am your son."
"No, my son has many things. But he was nothing like you. He was kind, foolish, and weak. He would never hurt a fly nor even show his true emotions to his father that he hated so much."
"As for you... I can see it in your movents. The bloodthirst you exuded not too long ago. You can’t be him."
"Bu... But... just like that man said. You are not that demon. Then... then who are you?"
Hearing such words, Farhad went silent. He knew how odd it was for him to act so cold, how weird it was for his body to move like this. How unbecoming of him was to have bloodthirst.
"I am , father... I can’t explain it. But while he had my body, I experienced a different life."
"A life, I would love to talk to you about. But for that to happen, I need to take you out of here."
"So Father, please... let help you."
The war between the mages, knights and the beast didn’t matter now. Even the thing that floated above their head turned into re background.
The only thing that did matter was his father. A father he had hated not too long ago. But with ti and so understanding, he had co to understand how wrong it was to do that.
Even though he didn’t know the whole story, he knew one thing. His father cared for him and the reason he created distance from him was out of fear of that demon.
But it would seem the Demon still ca for him, bringing him misery as well as dragging his father along with him.
Though, those stories and his reasons can co later. For now, he had saved him. It’s the only way to ensure that they can listen to each other’s stories.
"You, are you really him?" Varkus’ eyes turned hopeful for a bit before a single drop of tear fell on his cheek. "Good... Good!" The fireball in his hand disappeared and then he coughed for a bit, prompting Farhad to go ahead and hold his father up.
"Father, we have to leave here now!!" A panicked face, a face filled with emotion that Varkus had looked down on before. He had derided his son for being too weak and emotional. But this worried face had now turned into confirmation.
This was still his youngest son. Just changed after the harrowing experience.
"I am glad, this assures ," Varkus said, ignoring the worried voice of his son that had started to drag his body. "Son, stop now. I have to tell you sothing."
"We can talk after I take you away from that thing."
"I am a goner son, taking away won’t change my fate, nor the fate of most of the people here." This was not the first ti for Varkus, he had experienced the sa thing before. And as if history was repeating itself. He was experiencing it again.
But this ti, the positions had changed.
He now played soone else.
’It’s ironic.’
He recalls the promise he made with that man, but now considering the circumstances, he won’t be able to fulfill it.
And this decision was also not sothing he ca to without any thought. He had recalled the way to cure his son’s possession before. The way that Adam had told him.
’Just transfer the ownership of the Flas of Samadhi, then it won’t hurt your son while the flas will protect your son from any outside influence, just like they have done until now with you.’
With suffering from a curse so detestable that he wished for death. Varkus knew that this was the best-case scenario that could happen.
Not to ntion, he had been a dead man walking, living on borrowed ti for the last twenty years after becoming the new owner of that fla.
Otherwise, the corruption of that god’s vestige might have made him mad or killed him by this ti.
Maxim only survived due to the blood of Radiance, while he survived the influence due to the flas he carried.
The very flas, he was going to give to his son now.
As for why?
"No, you are just injured. I bet they have so healing potions around here." Farhad spoke while looking around.
But his father just shook his head. "This is not the kind of injury that potions will heal. And besides, I have to heal you first?"
"Are you healing ? Father... I am fine, this regenerative body is way better than my old one."
"Not that, but the demon that is hiding inside your body."
"I killed him... I crushed his body."
"No, he is nothing, sothing that gets crushed easily. You don’t know how many have tried and failed to do so.... But this... this is our chance. This is the chance to end him."
"This..." Even with the boost of ntality he gained after his triumph against Jester, it didn’t an he was completely changed as a person. He was still scared and confused as he had always been. But now, he was able to suppress those emotions if it was required.
But one shouldn’t forget that Farhad was still young. He was not as experienced as his father.
"Can’t we do it after getting away from here?"
Varkus shook his head, saying. "No, we don’t have ti."
Looking at the face of his father, Farhad asked. "Then you promise to co with after this?"
"Yes, we will move away from this place. So just co and accept this gift." Saying the lies, Varkus smiled kindly.
A smile that seed similar to that of the Jester’s when he was looking at Farhad the rat. But unlike the hate and disgust, Farhad felt at that mont, he found the smile of his father peaceful. It was a smile that suppressed all kinds of fear and confusion he was experiencing now.
"Then co in front of , I will force my flas into your body and you have to accept them. It’s the only way my flas will clean your body." A lie again, but Varkus knew that this was the only way.
Once he gives the flas to his son, he will die.
Making him unable to ever say the many things he wished to say to his son. The words of love he had suppressed in his heart for his wife, as well as the hugs he could never give his daughter, who had also turned distant to him.
As for his son, he wished to say sorry, he wished to hug him, he wished to tell him how much he had loved him.
But none of that mattered now. Any slip would obviously make his son deny the flas. The very flas that had been keeping him alive till this point.
"Rember son, I have always loved you, your mother, and your older sister. Sorry, I was not able to make ti for them. And I promise, after this. I will do my best to be there for you." One last lie to ensure his son would do as he was told.
And with that, he closed his eyes, while the flas left his body and then slowly floated inside Farhad. Who still remained confused over what was happening. But did as his father had told, believing his lies.
As for Adam.
"Jester, my lovely Jester... Those fools finally did it."
He laughed, not believing what he was seeing at all.
Such a timing, such a positioning.
It was just perfect.
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