More money for more work? That should obviously happen.
Farhad did more than just find the core of their issue, he fought with a powerful mage to help the Dhuma family. So wouldn’t it be unkind for the Patriarch of the Dhuma to just pay him the asly initial amount?
Well, that’s what the old man hoped that Farhad would expect, but that was not going to happen anymore. "The child, what is he?" Farhad asked, looking at the fainted n and then at the old Patriarch. "He is far from normal, I can see it."
"Sir... you shouldn’t concern yourself over the matter, we will deal with him once the ti cos, please for now... please spare our family." It was the first ti that the Patriarch Dhuma ever bowed to soone. And that happened to be soone that he had once considered enslaving.
It felt almost codic if it was not sad.
And then with a boom, one of the middle sons suddenly exploded into gore and blood, causing the other brother to cry in fear while the patriarch suddenly turned mute. "Answer , you have around 19 chances before I end your life." The nineteen he ntioned were the family of Dhuma beside the Patriarch himself as well as the dead son that now lay there as his body was crushed under the impact of Farhad’s tentacle at such a speed that it didn’t even register in the eyes of those around him.
To them, it just appeared as if the middle son just exploded on his own.
"We... that boy is my 13th son, he was ant to be the carrier of curses for our family." Since his first wife died, the old patriarch was never the sa. He detested curses a lot and in order to prevent the death of his older son, he dabbled into them by himself. This is when he ca across a young Hasina who had a similar past as him, and both soon fell in love.
But that love can never bore fruit, Hasina, due to the curse she carried was infertile, but it never stopped their dream of a big family, a family that would be safe from the curses. "We found out about the Blood sacrifice, where all the curses a family might be hit would be sent to the sacrificial lamb of the family." It was a technique that he found in the big cities, where this practice is more common than one would like to accept.
"I did this with my 5th child and onwards... but never any of my main wives. I would hire a prostitute to birth this child." A prostitute would generally die during childbirth due to the inhuman rituals perford on her where she births the perfect sacrificial blood capable of siphoning the curses of the family by drinking it directly from their blood.
Which was the "food" that Hasina always brought to the sacrificial Blood. Considering the immunity of these sacrificial blood to curses was always higher than normal, these can sotis survive their teen years, though that would mostly depend on luck if they were not hit by powerful curses during this ti.
And sohow, the Patriarch of Dhuma had been able to keep this all a secret for a long ti with Hasina’s help.
Well, that was until the birth of the boy who would soon earn the na Rudhir, which generally just ant "blood."
A boy born without a soul, no, it was wrong to say that the boy had no soul, for the boy’s soul was a curse itself.
A curse that caused the pain of the boy to be felt by all those who carried the sa blood as him. But only when the boy slept, which was rely a few hours due to all the drugs and beatings he was forced to suffer from just to be kept awake.
But when that didn’t work and the curses on the boy’s body made him too weak to even handle any beatings, the family was forced to ask for the help of the most knowledgeable person in their area. Which just happened to be Mage Dilbur, who gladly accepted Rudhir in order to learn about his soul’s makeup, just so she could attain a similar level of immunity to curses as that boy.
"Then kill this boy and be free... or you can’t do it, can you?" Farhad already had an idea of what might happen if this boy was killed. ’They might all die due to backlash.’ Curses are not so simple, they require an unequal price to work, and their backlash is even more brutal than the direct impact of a powerful spell.
Not to ntion, although it wasn’t explained, Farhad knows that this boy, Rudhir, carried curses from all his dead brothers combined. Whenever one of his brothers died, the curse was sent to the new carrier, the new blood sacrifice, and one by one, these curses accumulated until the birth of Rudhir, the ultimate curse, which was also the reckoning for or a sort of Karma for the family.
"We can’t... his death will release all his curses back to us, none of us would survive." At those words, Farhad’s suspicions were confird.
"You know, if I were to burn the source of the curses with my flas, you would all be free of such fate, even his death won’t cause you much of an issue," Farhad spoke, as his flesh lit up with reddish flas, the ghoul fla that was born of his ghoul king curse mixed with the flas of Samadhi. Before this fla ate away at his fleshy palm, exposing a weird bone structure underneath.
But that was also the mont that the color of the fla changed. "This much potency would be enough to purify him." He spoke, looking toward the old man whose eyes lit up after hearing such words.
"That... I beseech sir to help our pitiful family, please free us from this curse." Spoke the Patriarch, bowing to Farhad.
That fla, now that he looks it at, the holy nature of it was obvious. Although he didn’t know how a curse user was capable of harnessing such a pure force, he didn’t care at this point. Nor did he care about the death of his son. As long as Farhad killed his 13th son, he would gladly do anything that Farhad asked of him.
Obviously, his dreams were never co true. "The curse is not this child, the curse if you," Farhad spoke, turning his fla red again.
Which did scare the old patriarch, but he didn’t dare to make any foolish moves in front of the monster like Farhad. For he understood more than anyone else the kind of danger they were in currently. They were at Farhad’s whim, all he required to end them would be simple will. "But that won’t help this child. The pain you gave to this child can never be taken back, and no matter how I torture you in return, this child will keep existing in a perpetual state of pain."
Farhad said, lowering his burning red fla toward Rudhir, whose simple mind could barely comprehend what was going around him at the mont. Or it might be that he had long accepted his death, and he gleefully waited for the fla to burn him to death.
Sothing that even Rudhir’s father, the patriarch of the Dhuma clan looked forward to.
Though once Farhad’s burning hand touched the boy’s body, sothing odd happened. "I will try it on you... the first one to accept my baptism." Once the red flas touched the boy’s body, they rushed through his body and started to change his biology on a cellular level, while the samadhi fla in it burned through the curses that existed in his body and assimilated it into a new kind of blood that flowed through Rudhir’s body.
Which on the surface appeared as his body started to contort and mutate into a monstrous form, shedding his flesh and then growing inhuman bones out of his body before exploding into the flas that purified all that was deed dirty.
Everything went as Farhad had expected. His previous experints were mostly on small critters, though they all died before the transformation process was complete. But in Rudhir’s case, it seed he would succeed.
Until. "Huh?" Farhad felt that sothing else was born the mont his red fla touched Rudhir’s soul in order to purify it. "Immortal nature." He felt it, the flas couldn’t touch the curse, instead, the flas were devoured by Rudhir’s soul and then returned to a purer form.
A primal form.
"What?" Was his question as Farhad felt that the flas in his heart exploded out of his body rushing toward the boy that was in front of him. "No..., this can’t be." Farhad never expected this to happen. This oddity. "You are mine... my family’s." He spoke, grabbing the flas with his multiple arms. But failing to do a thing. The push from the fla was just too much.
"Father, what is going on?" The oldest son asked, seeing this absurd thing there was only one thing in his head.
"Don’t think and escape, it would seem even this Warnan didn’t fully understand what Rudhir was... Now he is going to suffer for it."
With those words, The patriarch helped Hasina up and led his son away from the scene. Hoping that this monster suffers dearly for killing his son, he suffers so much that he can never co after him again.
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