14 Cursed Sword, Brunhilda (1/2)
”IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!!!”
Stigma had unknowingly, spouted a famous line from a horror novel that turned into a movie a long time ago.
Stigma, who was digging for who knows how long, to who knows how deep, was staring not at a corpse but at the handle, that had a sensation of a heartbeat.
The voice itself had a disinterest tone, as if it was always asking the same question for a number of people.
”I am aware that life force is present within my being, I shall ask again, are you going to be my new master.”
It had responded from the previous remark with the repeating question, as if the concern of the person before it didn't matter, if it was not buried in the deep many would its call, and release of energy would have warned the surroundings of danger.
Its voice was hollow, as if it was calling from a metal tunnel, but it had a feminine appeal to it almost tempting. Bell had warned him about this, earth bound spirits are not just bound to where they had dies but to objects as well, for instance a statue can have abilities of coming to life, armor that can take control of its wearer.
The power they possess, depends on how long they have lived take a house, for example, if a house were to be possessed for ten years, the only thing the spirit can do is whisper or change the temperature in the house.
The spirit would need at least a thousand years, before they can completely control a house including everything inside it since they have yet to assimilate due to their powers not yet developed into mature form.
Nevertheless, what if it was the other way around, if a weapon was absorbing energy from its owner and left to a secluded place, then the stored power will crystallize into a conscience, hence it can cultivate and evolve like other experts.
A weapon that can evolve the more it was used is something that all figures weak or powerful desire, to solidify or change their fate.
”I ask again, are you my master?” The voice sounded more annoying after repeating the question to the same person.
Snapping out of his daze state, he looked in front of him.
Since he was not sure what would happen if he brought this thing out, he was still unsure what it was or what disaster it would bring him.
He was about to respond, until the voice said something that pissed him of.
”It appears the one I am speaking to cannot respond…Are you perhaps a retard?”
!?!!!?!?!!!!!!?!!??!!?![1]
Out of nowhere, a bullshit remark had hit him, he was a person who thinks before he speaks, since his first year work became a priority since he had limited funds, before he was always the type who responses before thinking because of that working became a difficult time since he could not communicate properly.
But this piece of crap started calling a retard?!?!!
”Hey! I found you here! You want me to leave you to rust!!!!!”
Afterwards, he started burying it and tried to crawl backwards. He had been insulted numerous times before, but being called a retard is something that always ticked him off, since then people who called him that, had suffered greatly physically, mentally including their reputation, he was never called a retard again afterwards.
With the compact space, lack of oxygen, minimal vision, constant whispers, adding a starving stomach made him fanatic and sleep deprived, so he was starting to get annoyed, realizing he wasted his time just to get an insult.
”MY APOLOGIES PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!!!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I SPOKE TO ANYONE IN YEARS!!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE FORGOTTEN!!!” The voice started crying and weeping, like a lost child finding its mother.
He stopped after hearing those last words, he stopped and remembered his life, due to his ignorance he more of a easy target for making mistakes that took a hit in his confidence, heuse to hide from his trouble, he tried making friends, but it took him three years to get over his anxiety his classmates in grade school to speak to them, only having them forget who he was.
He tried to speak up, only to have other misunderstand him, he tried to do other things to prove himself, but the fear of failing started coming to him and mistakes started happening.
Since those incidents occurred, he had realized he just didn't want to be forgotten, betrayed or taken advantage of.
He started going back to the little whining voice at the end and dug it out.
He had resolved himself to take responsibility if something bad happened, he will cross the bridge when the event happens.
”Tell me, what are you, why are you buried here, and when were you buried.” Since, he was going to talk he might as well take the initiative to control the flow of the conversation.
And if it has any knowledge it could help him a lot.
The voice started to calm down after its episode, the sword then told him not to leave it alone after they talk, which he promise.
The sword narrated its story, but it sounded more of a string of unfortunate events to anyone who wielded it.
It used to be a skull of a rare beast with a strange structure, it wasn't aware what it was before when it was alive, but it remembered there was a fight between powerful beings and it got swept away in the aftermath.
It realized it was dead when it didn't move, so out of boredom it started absorbing the energy of the deceased around it getting a stronger mental state, eventually its vision was covered with greenery before it new it.
After an unknown number of decades, a powerful expert found her remains and took her remains to refine him a unimaginable weapon, but the creator started using various materials to experiment and used it as a catalyst eventually failing unknown to him that all the energy was being absorbed into it.
After collecting strange materials, he started a weird ritual where a large pool of blood was used and a lot of negative energy was used, the ritual took a long time for him since it was powerful after absorbing all the energy form previous experiments.
The voice blacked out afterwards and found itself in a new form emitting strange waves of danger.
The ritual was a success as announced from its creator, it had turned into a skull into a broad sword with a ability to absorb energy.
The expert came back and took it away only to kill numerous experts and large beast becoming famous afterwards, unfortunately drowned in his own fame he became arrogant then challenge and provoked to many organizations and clans.
He was then killed in an assassination and the assassin became it new master, one after another she had switched to a new master that it can't remember how many it had killed because of it, then the last assassin was betrayed by its nation killed by the very sword, the sword eventually became a symbol of power, and many tried to conspire to attain it out of greed for power.
Comrades who trusted each other framed their former allies to gain favor of large powers, families betrayed each other, a nation became raved due to continuous civil war, giving the excuse that it was to attain peace, but the goal was much more simple the wanted to rule all and make them submit.
Years later, the civil war ended up bringing outsiders and the strongest was crowned to have wielded it again, only to be betrayed by his comrades and each other.