Now feeling how both motherfuckers started to cast their curse the moment they landed and hit on each other, I was feeling insanely terrorized, and my entire body was shivering, but I still had that insane flame in my heart that was just telling me to slaughter everything in my path.
So I thought of using the logic of a candle flame: the closer you are to the inner flame, the more secure you will be, but if you panic and try to leave midway, then your hand or fingers won't leave without getting burned.
And now I just had to follow this jackass's movements. While I was following his movements, I felt like an unending loop, as I nearly smashed more than 1000 bottles, but this bastard kept on taking them out, but now instead of using them on himself, he was trying to throw them on me and Antak.
Well, this was way too insane, because it meant that his curse would start to affect us the moment its bottle touched us, and neither of us had any desire to experience this jerk's curse, but while dodging, I started to see some strange visuals on his shadow, some visuals that felt more alive than any illusions but felt more creepy and terrifying than reality; the screams of sorrow from those images felt more real than any of the memories I knew of my own.
And seeing my movements getting sloppier by the moment, Antak created a sharp sound while moving his weapons in a pattern and shouted while intensifying the intensity of his attacks, "BRAT, what do you think you are doing? Why are you staring at his shadow? His shadow is nothing but his form of a curse; it will fade your real memories and force his life onto you, and you will be reduced to nothing but a shadow of his life.
Snap out of it, brat; I have nearly completed my curse, so at my gesture, start following my every movement, or you will also be dragged into my curse."
Hearing his words snapped me out, and I saw that these memories were his own, of being a drunkard. Well, his life was looking pretty average and peaceful; it was mostly looking like that, like he had a loving family and a pretty comfortable lifestyle.
While his memories somewhat resembled samurai dramas, it was looking pretty interesting, but soon his memories started turning dark; everything started to change when he got scammed by his nearby people and a boss-type guy, who framed him for stealing the money.
Well, due to it, he lost his job and was captured by the shogun's guards, and later on, in prison, his time wasn't that nice, but rather it was way too brutal, like how those samurai dramas looked. He surely had way too creepy a treatment, like those falling water drops on his forehead and that creepy poisoning method for torturing.
His boss was surely a nasty fuck in terms of those tortures, and when, after a few months, he got released, he found out that his wife also had an affair with that dickhead boss, and while returning, he found out that his wife was the one that helped to frame him for such crimes.
So he was way too angry when he returned home, but when he reached home, his entire world spun around him as he saw that blood was spilt on the floor's carpet, and there were also even traces of a fight.
Seeing this, he felt scared but still tried to search for his wife and kids, but when he went deeper into his house, he saw that there was something on the ground left uncared for; due to darkness in the room, he wasn't even able to see properly, but the stinking stench of blood was quite dense for his mind to process anything.
So he shakingly turned on the lamp that was lying near the feet, but the moment that lamp started radiating light, his body turned cold, and his sight started to fade as he saw that his children were lying cold on the ground, soaked in stinking blood and in dead silence on the ground.
He couldn't understand how everything came to this; his family, his life, everything slipped from his grip like quicksand, and while staring at this horrifying scene, his gaze turned a bit gloomy as he saw that kid wasn't alone lying there, but rather there were shattered fabrics lying on the ground, soaked in blood, and this was his curse of tragedy.
It was his wife, lying naked on the ground, while her shattered clothes were not enough to even cover her properly, so seeing both kid and wife dead at the same time shook him to the point where he even started to hit himself in his rage, scratching the walls with his bare fingers, causing the slivers to pierce his skin and make it bleed to the point where the blood started to hide his skin!
Seeing how his wife was raped helplessly and how his poor children were slaughtered like cattle gave nothing but rise to a rage that could ignite the entire world to bits and wouldn't even feel bad.
So in his rage, he went to his boss's place, looking for answers that could satisfy his desire to slaughter everyone in his family.
Knowing the reason for what made him force these sorts of things on him was not going to change the results, but I could give his sword a reason to not stop midway when he would be slicing through his organs; he didn't want the blade to weaken and break midway.
So he reached his place, but he saw that his house was locked, and there were a few ragged clothes on his lawn dug into the ground. Seeing it, he tried to dig them out and saw the clothes were covered in blood, so his fear and bloodlust started to become much more real, and he thought of using the shogun also in this sickness.
So he took those clothes to the shogun's court, and to his surprise, the moment he was about to reach it, he saw that the boss and shogun were drinking; seeing it, his eyes started to turn cold, and he sneaked inside while carefully sneaking past the guards and reaching them.
Well, while he was trying his best to conceal his bloodlust and presence, he heard their voices and started to hear the words of sickness as Shogun spoke in a way too drunk tone: "So now you want me to get you out of trouble, huh? First you told me to put him in prison, and then you went to his wife, huh?
Now you even raped her and slaughtered his entire house, and now you again came while tugging your tail behind your legs, huh? Well, I wouldn't pry into your mess, but I would be needing real gold now for such a mess."
While the boss followed his words: "Shogun, don't worry about such a thing; we are like brothers, and you shouldn't blame me for such a thing. It was she who brought it on herself; she was the one who kept bragging about her husband and kids, and you know women only feel nice when they are under your dick, so I just put her there!
But see my tragedy: when I was fucking her soul out of her, that pipsqueak bastard of that shit dared to look at me, so then I tried to put sense in that bastard, but that whore really didn't know her place and tried to fight me, so I had to slice both of them, but damn, bitch, she still charmed my heart even after death, so I had to satisfy her one final time before leaving!"
So hearing how he killed both mother and children, the shogun was hearing the boss, while soon the shogun suggested arresting him by putting all the blame on him.
Now every word from their tongue was sharpening his blade, and seeing alcohol vases on the sides, his soul started to feel cold, but it was still too far away from his reach, but soon a few other men came and started placing more vases near them.
Seeing it as an opportunity, the moment those other men also left, and seeing both of them this happy, after ruining his life, his blood started to boil, and he started to skillfully create a leak in those vases while closing all the exits.
Being drunk on their power and alcohol, neither of them cared much about the increasing reek of alcohol in the atmosphere, and soon the alcohol started to cover the entire area around them, and due to the blocked exit, the alcohol or anything wasn't even allowed to leave that room.
Seeing it, he began to search for something that could ignite it, but he was empty-pocketed. So he was trying to find anything, but he saw that the boss started to light Shogun's smoke and gave light to his own also, just like instinctively, after burning their smoke.
Instead of properly blowing out the flame from the flaming pipe, they just dropped it on the floor only; due to being insanely drunk, they didn't even notice that the floor was wet with alcohol.
The moment that burning pipe touched the alcohol, a massive blast happened, and due to being this close to the accident, he was sent flying into a nearby wall. But now he was able to see them burn in those unending flames, hear painful screams, see the scene of slaughter, and feel the comfort of slaughtering her family's destroyers.
Seeing how the flames were rushing out of Shogun's room, the samurai started to come with water in their wooden buckets, so he also hid in the area to witness their demise until the end. Their screams felt like a pleasure to his ears, and now while people were busy putting off the flames, this guy was drunk in his joy and comfort of revenge; he was drinking in a place where even a psycho wouldn't even dare to drink.
Confirming their deaths with his own eyes and enjoying it till their ends, he left, went to his house, and gave a proper burial to his family. But the pain never left his heart, so he started drinking insanely, and with time he started to lose his mind and started seeing the face of his boss, and those images where his wife might be scheming on him started to erode his mind.
Well, in such rage, he even slaughtered their families, young children, the widows, and the aged parents; he slaughtered every one of them, but his rage didn't settle even after this. Every passerby started to seem like his boss or his wife; people seeing him declared him mad and psycho and in such a rageful, drunken state.
He started roaming in his land, drinking on the streets like a beggar, and killing everyone, whether it was those people who were trying to get close to him or those who were making fun of him. Just like this, his story ended in life, but not his anger towards his boss or his wife.