Hell no, I went though all this trouble just to die like this. No I will survive, there has to be a way out
"Consume all" I say while hoping for a miracle.
Maybe I'll get an achievement. Maybe my proficiency will rank up and I will survive. Yes that is what will happen, definitely.
*** Absorbing the souls held ***
x5 Guard souls
Strength +4
Dexterity +5
Stamina +3
Perception +4
Where is the achievement. Come on please. I want to make them pay for doing this to me.
But Arcan slowly started realizing that that no achievements, or other bullshit were coming to saved him. He was laying is his own blood in the damp, dark basement. There was nobody who cared for him Nobody alive that is. His eyes started to see the fires of hell. Nothing able to save him from this path that he made himself. He had such a good ability. A way to grow, but he bit off more than he could chew. Suddenly a crazy idea popping into his mind.
Fuck it all, If I'm going to hell i will die on my own terms.
"Absorb soul"
*** No souls found ***
"ABSORB SOUL" he yelled out, blood coming out with his scream from his mouth
*** No souls found ***
With his last breath Arcan spoke his last desperate attempt at survival
"ABSORB AND CONSUME MY SOUL"
*** WARNING ***
*** WARNING ***
*** WARNING ***
*** ABSORBING SOUL ***
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*** ABSORBTION FAILED ***
*** TRYING AGAIN ***
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*** ABSORBTION FAILED ***
*** TRYING AGAIN ***
*** ABSORBTION FAILED ***
*** TRYING AGAIN ***
*** ABSORBTION SUCCESFUL ***
What is happening to me
Arcan spoke when he saw the flesh coming of his arm. Then it disappeared from his other arm. Arcan started creaming out of pain. But the absorption continued. Then the place where he was laying changed from a dark moist basement to a massive bridge. He looked down at the bridge and saw faces of people on it. 1 face was Marcus, the other Michael. Each face was a person he had killed.
What is happening. Wait I feel like I'm not hurt. Something is drawing me to walk this bridge
As he got up and started walking. He slowly started sinking into the bridge. The angry souls pulling him to his death, but he persisted. The bridge seemed endless. But he persisted. His legs were fully in the bridge. He couldn't run, couldn't walk. So he crawled. The souls fully surrounding him. But he didn't succumb to his despair. Suddenly everything stopped. The souls were no more. And he was laying in front of Gates.
The gates were red with 2 Eyes carved into each side of. It was also decorated with skulls, bones. and flesh. From what it seemed all these remains were human. Then the gates started opening. Slowly but surely they fully opened and there was a throne. The throne with no-one in it. As Arcan started walking to it. Each step felt like thousands of needles piercing him. His saddest memories playing in his head nonstop. He knew if he stopped he would be consumed by something. Something sinister. After 10 steps he was close to the throne. He felt his body disappearing again but he walked the last steps and sat into the throne.
"I wasn't expecting you to come this far Arcan. Your fate was to be absorbed here and die. But as I see your will is strong. So I will give you a third chance. Just let me absorb your soul like you asked me to do"
"Who are you" Arcan asked looking around. Seeing nothing
"I am your patron of course. You accepted my powers. And I provided. You could have given me any sacrifices, but you chose human lives. This was your own subconscious choice."
"What? I could have chosen what I could absorb?" He said letting his choices finally reflect "So I killed all those people, because I chose so?"
"Yes you did. Your true personality finally revealed itself. But you won't remember anything what we are saying. So just give up your soul to me."
Arcan saw a contract appear intron of him. And he saw that the price was his soul. He also felt a dagger appear around his belt. He made his choice. He quickly pulled out the dagger and stabbed himself. The godly voice then panicked.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY?"
The sound why? vibrated in the air. Those words coming from everywhere, but Arcan stabbed himself once more. and once more. he continued. Then everything went silent and 1 sound appeared. A pop up message.
*** Achievement unlocked Defy the gods ***
You have defied the gods.
Reward: All stats increased to C rank. All injuries healed
*** Achievement unlocked FREE ***
Free yourself from your patron and get your will back
Reward: Replace title "The Failure" with "The Free One"
*** Achievement unlocked I AM A GOD ***
You become your own patron. You consume the souls yourself. Instead of giving them away.
Reward: Skill Absorber reaches max rank and proficiency. Title "I AM A GOD"
"Status window" Arcan said after reading all the achievements
*** STATUS WINDOW ***
Name: Arcan
Title: The Free One, Pentakill, Insane one, I AM A GOD
Strength C (0/100)
Dexterity C (0/100)
Perception C (0/100)
Stamina C (0/100)
** LOCKED UNTIL A RANK IN ALL STATS **
Aura F (0/100)
Mana F (0/100)
*** SKILLS ***
Absorber EX (100% proficiency) - can collect souls from people, monsters or other beings you kill and absorb the souls To gain all their power to gain a bigger portion of their original power or store them for use later.
Then the world around him started warping again. Shifting from the throne room back into the damp, dark basement. everything settling into place. Arcan slowly started to get up from the pool of blood he had created. Touching his arms, legs and chest where the wounds were, but there was nothing. Like he hadn't almost died some time prior.
Well. My wounds are healed. I think I should lay low for the while He thought to himself
Arcans once red eyes slowly returning to blue. He starched for a bit and stated to get out of the basement. Going into his bed on the second floor and heading to slumber.