A wind-djinn walked through the settlement, of his tribe, in Kartikol. Pure chaos was seen as everyone was choosing a side. Neutrality was, in a time like this, not an option.

Everyone who could bring out even a smidge of force was either for their rebellion or the current tribe leader. Blood flowed into the ground, which was corrupted by the demon's energy, and it looked like it wouldn't end so quickly.

He wasn't back here for something trivial like this.

As he walked through the settlement, almost unseen, he became annoyed, 'Do they need to be this loud?'

It was an understatement since the group he was part of rushed towards the leader's tent and disposed of him and his retainers. He didn't care, though. All he wanted was to have fun and for his mother to get better.

On the way, some of the more annoying elements tried to attack him, probably here to rob him, but with a single kick towards the knee, the attacker dropped down. The djinn brought out a small knife, and before the aggressor could say anything, he slit his throat and went on his way, 'Annoying.'

He walked inside his tent, where his mother was lying down. She was weaker and thinner than ever. His eye twitched as he wanted nothing else than to cry and scream at her that she should get better, but he couldn't since it would disturb her and probably make the situation even worse for her.

Djinns had an equivalent to beast-kin's [Divinity Line], which was an area effect, and depending on the area they were in, the more effective their [Mystic Skills] would be. This also affected their health as it would reduce their attributes.

He was an outsider since he could survive in this horrible place and thrive. His mother was not since she had a normal area effect, and this place made her sick and weak. It was like poison to her.

In the past, she tried to leave multiple times and live somewhere in the woods, but she couldn't do that since she was too weak to fight against monsters or even wild animals. Also, nobody wanted to go with her since she was, for others, nothing more than a cheap whore.

Her son sat down beside her as she was sleeping in her bed. He brought a bucket with fresh water and cloth over.

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He started cleaning her slowly and carefully. She was weak. So weak. Like a beautiful flower inside the desert, she barely hung unto her life. She needed to sleep a lot, and he hoped she would survive until he brought her to their new settlement.

Even if he felt much weaker there, it didn't matter if his mother could flourish again.

As he held her hand, he almost choked as tears ran down his face. Her face was so wrinkly. Her fingers were so thin he could see every vein like they were snakes.

He slowly and surely turned her to wash her back. She didn't wake up. She was too weak and slept most of the time, even through his actions.

He remembered a time before it. A time when she was more active when he was little. She was his best friend.

She played with him, read to him, and talked with him.

There was no need for friends as she was his best friend.

What would he give for her to be at least as healthy as back then? He would give half his life... no, 90% of his life if he could enjoy a couple of more years of having such a good friend as her.

As he dried her with a soft cloth, he stood up, went to the bed end, and, slowly and carefully as possible, started to massage her. Her muscles were too stiff, and it looked like she wasn't massaged for some time.

Rage built up, but he held it inside.

After massaging her for hours and contemplating the old days, he went outside and towards a big tent. It was her old workplace, the brothel at their settlement.

It was one of a few places which would never be touched even though they cut off their old tribe's leader's head. The business would even boom later tonight.

He was already known and went directly to the ones he paid very well to look after his mother, a young lady he looked after at some point.

The rage inside him exploded when he saw her winking and waving at him. He grabbed her throat and used his skills.

Moments later, what was left of a beautiful girl was a husk of herself, as if somebody had sucked every bit of life out of her.

Everybody screamed and panicked, but the wind-djinn didn't care. He went towards the boss, called mother, of this place. She looked panicked but tried not to show it.

She knew that if this young man wanted, he could eradicate them all, and even their guards couldn't help.

A, in the wind-djinn his opinion, smooth talk followed.

In the boss of the establishment, the talk was full of threats. She swore that she could smell the killing intent leaking out of him.

...

Minutes later

He went outside, hoping his mother was now taken care of when he was away.

He thought about what to do next since the revolution was almost over, and he needed to look after his little puppet and if he did everything correctly. If he did what he wanted him to do, he would reward him. If not, he would need a new puppet.

He frowned.

Right, he remembered. He needed to go to the new leader and get his tasks and inform them. Boring stuff, but it needed to be done.

At least his new job was a lot of fun, and he could save his mother. What else could he wish for?