Will of chaos

Pov of a Thief:

I stayed away, my role was already over, and my men were around the shed to ward off onlookers and prevent anyone wanting to escape later.

I stand in a dark corner ready to hide my presence as best I can when it all starts.

My brother has his usual guards, and combat slaves he spent most of his money buying.

Soon I get a signal from my men and wave to my brother that they are here.

In a short time, a group of 17 people and two large carts pulled by Golems in the form of Centaurs enter the front of the shed, one of the 17 people riding a Galloping Lizard approaches my brother.

Even from this distance, I can hear everything perfectly since I am responsible not only for the robberies but also for collecting information.

“Charles my friend, I hope you have the money because it’s been a long journey and I have your merchandise.” (Wendel)

“First let me see, if they are of poor quality I will lower the payment.” (Brother)

“Men! Show our partner here your order.” (Wendel)

I see fifty women and children getting down from the wagons, all are Beastmen from different tribes, and their clothes have been torn to show that they are not badly injured and are healthy.

“As you can see, the best quality, on top of that, there won’t be anyone looking for these people, I made sure not to leave any loose ends.” (Wendel)

“Are there any virgins? Anyone with combat training?” (Brother)

“5 of them are from the same Adventurer group, they are classified as Iron Grade, I lost 1 of my men because of them, there are also 8 with Grade +S strength.” (Wendel)

“You are 1 day late on schedule.” (Brother)

“We had to take a detour, some people have been persistent lately.” (Wendel)

“Now that’s enough bullshit, show me the money.” (Wendel)

“Here.” (Brother)

My brother tosses the briefcase to Wendel who is the leader of the Red Storm, he catches it with a big smile as he opens it and sees the pile of silver coins.

“(The time has come.)” (I)

“Always a pleasure doing business… Cough…” (Wendel)

I see a blur that I imagine is my Father reaching Wendel before the 2 disappear, my father must have used the combat isolation curse, with that only one of the two will come back alive.

I see Wendel’s men attack and being held back by my brother’s combat slaves, I run and pierced one of them in the head from behind after identifying him as the weakest before I knew it I had stolen the sword he wore, then I feel that chill once again.

“(Time to act.)”

———–

For some reason, I feel my mind fuzzy while also feeling a lot of pain.

When my confusion is over I have my sword stuck in my brother’s heart, I look around and it’s full of bodies on the ground.

My body was in shambles, I had a spear going through my back and coming out of my stomach, a sword in my leg, 2 fingers missing from my left hand, and a dagger in my neck.

cough cough

Blood was pouring steadily from my neck, so I pull out a potion and throw it over the wound for a bit before drinking the rest.

“What happened here?” (I)

“(I always wanted to kill him.)”

“But why don’t I remember killing him?” (I)

“(I’m tired…)”

“Yes, I’m tired…” (I)

I lie on the floor, maybe it’s weakness from blood loss.

“What happened here!?” (Dad)

“They had backup…” (I)

———–

I had looked around and saw that there were bodies of 10 more people with the Red Storm symbol, so I wasn’t lying, I told my father in passing that there was a confrontation where everyone ended up dead and he saw my state when he came back carrying the body from Wendel.

The cursed item he used can only be used once a week by locking two people inside a small separate space, only after one of the two dies does the curse release the survivor.

As this shed was reinforced with multiple defenses and there were illusory barriers as well as soundproof barriers, even this larger-than-expected mess didn’t draw attention to us, but just in case we guarded the bodies and took the slaves.

After I got back my dad went into his room to vent his frustration at losing my brother on women, as usual, meanwhile, I was getting more treatment until the next day.

————

Next day, morning:

I spent the night at the central base recovering from my wounds.

During the night I had another strange dream, this time I was walking lost in a dark place, there was a child’s hand pulling me forward more and more, for some reason I couldn’t say no.

I don’t even know what exactly happened in the dream, it was all so confusing and strange, my mind only cleared when I woke up, but I was feeling weaker than yesterday.

“But what’s going on?” (I)

“(My mind blanked twice yesterday, this has never happened before.)” (I)

“(Everything’s fine, now it’s all over.)”

“Yes, now everything…” (I)

In the room where I was being treated I realized that many people were missing, I look around where I see a mirror that reflects my image full of bandages, but what caught my attention was the necklace around my neck.

“That necklace…” (I)

I look at my reflection realizing it’s the same necklace I stole two days ago, but I don’t remember putting it on today, nor do I remember seeing it until I looked in a mirror.

“Since when?” (I)

I look down finally seeing the necklace and try to take it off but I can’t, it seems stuck around my neck.

“(Is this necklace cursed!?)” (I)

“(I don’t think I need to fake that voice anymore.)”

“(Communicating like this is much easier than talking.)” (Children’s Voice)

The voice that was just like mine in my mind that I thought was my thoughts gradually becomes more childish and emotionless resembling a child.

This revelation made me realize that I started listening to the voice after picking up this necklace, but why didn’t I realize this before? 𝘦.𝘰𝘳𝑔

“…” (I)

I wanted to say something but I couldn’t, I tried to move but I couldn’t either, it was like I had no control over my own body.

“(You can’t speak, it would be bad if someone noticed, after all, we still have things to do, right master?)” (Children’s voice)

“(It ends today.)” (Male Voice)