15 Treacherous (2/2)

The weakening tears were replaced by some snot which flowed out of both nostrils. ”You are no better than me! *sniff*. What do you know..dummy! I bet you lived a comfortable life before ending up inside my head! You will never know how I feel!” Marss began to bark the air in front of him. Directing everything towards the ghost which haunted him.

Michael began to feel his consciousness slowly fade. Not bothering to argue with the spoiled brat any longer, he just played of the life he had from earth.

As Marss kept crying, a sudden jolt traveled throughout his brain. A bunch of unkown memories played themselves off.

As he was forced to watch, Marss didn't bother to resist, as the crying and choking had drained most of the recovered energy.

The memory started with a small male child. the boy was no different than any other of his age, but was always treated as less because of his looks.

As time slowly passed and he grew up, sequences played itself. Light bullying turned into brutal beatings. Harassment turning into numerous assults. The growing boy slowly fell behind in everything he did, never once able to catch up. Never listening to his parents as they tried to help and encourage him. Wasting all the given resources.

Marss was shocked by this scene. His tears stopped in place as he fully focused on the memories.

Time continued to pass, and the older the boy god, the more longer he fell behind.

However...

As he one day came home with multiple bruises, he found his mother holding two blurry images. It felt like they were always there, but he only just noticed them. Mabye because they were the first people other than his parents who sincerely smiled at him. Not carring if he was any different or weaker than others. They loved him because it was what they choose to do!

Although these two smiles could not be considered much for a normal person...it ignited a long extinguish fire inside his body. It allowed him to belive in himself once more. Giving himself a reason to fight!

As the boy continued to age, he slowly started to surpass those who once spat at his existence. Noticing the kid they trampled on as young grow so much, they hoped to hold him in their grasp. Using him as a tool. However, he did not allow such a thing to happen. Always remembering the smiling faces of those two.

Time continued to move, and the boy began to grow more successful. Forgiving the scum who looked down on him, but never forgetting what they had done. Using the disgrace and hatred as an iron hammer to eternaly forge his mind and body.

He kept moving alongside the two smiling blurres, loving them both equally. Wishing to be able to one day grant them the same kind of joy he now felt.

However, his life was cut short, as he was betrayed by the only companion he chose to keep.

Marss engraved all of this inside his heart. Now mocking his previously spoiled attitude.

Pulling himself togheter, he tried to call out to the voice once more.

”W..Who are you?”

Waiting patiently, he finally got a reply.

”Just...a..guy with.....un...finished...business...”

”Please!” Marss's determination began to ignite. Remembering how the boy in the memories climbed up from that deep ravine using only his bare hands.

He always knew deep down that his mother and father were the only one's who carred for his well being. But was never able to thank them for never giving up on the failure he viewed himself as.

”Please...Please help me become strong!” He now wished to gain power. Enough make his parents proud. Even if only once.

But despite his calling, the voice did not respond to him, no matter how long he waited.

”No, please!! Please come back!!” Pleading towards the brick roof he starred into, the system activated itself

[Warning!]

[Host is suffering from conflicting souls]

[Do you wish to merge them together?]

Seeing this as a chance, Marss hurriedly willed it to begin. Hoping to be able to hear the dissipated voice again.

[Confirmed]

[Proceeding with fusion...]

[Process will take 120 Seconds]

[Host will be severely weakened while unconscious]

[Please wait]

....

Back inside the bloody black room filled with minced monster corpses, a plump body was rising up from one of the corners.

”wh..what? what happened? I only closed my eyes for a second... Hey, are you still there, elde...r? HAAA!!! HAAAAA!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?!”

The rising body did not belong to anyone else other than the sturdy, red bearded villager named gen. Father of the previously murdered Fenrik.

He was unable to understand what was going on in this place. Only remembering a sweet voice sending him to sleep while he and the others traversed those dusty brick hall's.

As he regained more clarity, he remember a order he gave himself before passing out.

”Yes! I need to strangle that damn Marss in front of his parents! Either that, or hack them all togheter! I swear to do it! Now, where is that damn Johnson?”

As he looked around the smelly room, he could not find anything other than those remains. Also, that red circle covering the one wall threw him a little off. Beginning to wander towards the light emitting tunnel. Looking like the path out of here.

”Whatever! I will get those filthy rats before asking about what happened in here. If I don't kill at least one, I will never be able to sleep again.”

Dragging his big body whil wearing the blood soaked leather clothes, Gen continued to head towards the end of the long tunnel.

”Mabye a bath will take my mind of things...”

As he neared the end of the light, he suddenly stopped. Catching a glimpse of the familiar body which laid next to the exit.

”I...Is this....” Gen started to slowly smile as he recognized the naked boy. His expression turning more crazed each time a new facial mucle moved.

”Are the godesses of luck smiling at me...?”