ตอน 3: The First Death...

Tears welled up in hakuin's eyes as he knew death was approaching. Every second felt like an hour has passed. Memory's of friends, family even random people he has suddenly remembered.

Flickered before his eyes, desperately cling to the last bit of hope. Only to realize, he's on his own for his mother has died as well. All alone in an occultist room with his "best friend". His eyes lingered on his best friend's face, hoping to find a sign of his friend.

All was plastered onto that face, was no longer his best friend. But a fanatic who deeply has been brainwashed. Only to worship Lord Jashin and bring death onto heretics. Soon the preaching as came to an end, indicating that it was close towards the end. Soon the knife was positioned onto his heart.

A moment of hesitation was placed on Hidan's face but it was soon replaced with a fierce and vicious smile. Hidan soon begins to stab onto the heart, frantically digging it out. All while Hakuin felt the dagger viciously being dugout around his heart, feeling every nerve cry out in pain. Soon his mind went blank as if the pain had gone away.

While remembering the happiest memory, while his best friend had finally ripped his heart out from the chest. Promptly the memory had ended while seeing the head priest congratulating Hidan in enjoying and becoming a member. Soon after everything went black.

The whole room was pitch black, with a put-out campfire sitting quietly in the middle. A coiled Sword was sticking in the middle of the campfire. Murmurs can be heard but unable to make out the words. Hakuin begins to walk towards the campfire struggling to reach it.

Only for the distance to be the same, a never-ending road. The mumbles become incoherent, almost as if they were coming from every direction. Soon after a crack was heard, but unable to locate the sound of cracking. A sound of liquid was being poured from the crack as if it was crawling from it.

Soon after the mumbles came to a stop, a shout was soon rung after "Run towards the campfire and don't look back" said an unknown voice with a hint of urgency. Hakuin came to stop and stupidity looked back. He soon spots a gush of black goo as it rushed towards him. While he stared at it, red eyes soon appeared gazing back at him.

"Don't look back! Keep running" waking Hakuin from his daydream. Sensing the pending doom that was on his tail. Hakuin begins to rush towards the bonfire. Seemingly the black goo gets faster, the closer he was to the bonfire.

The black goo lashes onto his foot, as it starts corrupt his legs. Trying to swallow him, to fully corrupt him. Some black goo starts seeping into his heart. Hakuin begins to crawl, trying to reach the bonfire. That was a centimeter away from his finger, as he grips around the coiled sword.

Once Hakuin touched the coiled sword, a bright flame exploded from the bonfire. Torching his surroundings, causing the black goo to squeal in pain. Causing it to retreat towards the crack of the wall. Soon a faint voice was heard "oh bearer of the curse. You have been branded by the darkness."

Hakuin nervously asked "umm...What are you?"

The voice ignores his question as if it was the only program to repeat its message "the bearer of the curse, you will lose everything. You have become a symbol of darkness. You must seeketh the flame to gain back your humanity."

The voice continues to speak in a tone full of pity and sorrow towards him. "Nothing well mean anything towards you, you will lose everything. Your past, your future, your very own light. You will become hollow. A pitiful creature only to seek the souls of others. So you must become a moth, drawn towards the flame. Only to burn and ember away. For that is your curse, for you must bear the curse.

Soon after the voice fades away, a scorching begin to emblem onto hakuin chest, as he crouched in agony and pain. He frantically tears his shirt in rags. As his eyes go wide at the circle that was engraved onto his chest. A pit black hole onto his chest. Shortly after, the room crumbles as he falls into the light.

Two apprentices can be seen carrying and dumping bodies onto a wheeled cart. The shorter apprentices begin to complain "ugh, why am I stuck doing this type of chore". While leaning against the cart while not helping. The other apprentices give him a stink eye while scowling "maybe if you help and quit your whining, we could finish these chores sooner." the previous apprentices who had just complained grunts as he begins to haul bodies into the cart. Unknowing one of the corpses begins to twitch.

The two apprentices filled the whole cart full of bodies as they pushed the cart away into the far distance. Minutes later, hakuin rises from a pile of bodies while shuffling around. Knocking bodies part towards the floor. Flies can be heard buzzing around as hakuin screams of fear. He soon realized where he was, In a mass grave sight full of a dead civilian along with dead ninjas mixed in.

He attempts to crawl outside the hole of bodies. Climbing outside of mass grave sight, while standing on the edge of the hole. He gazes on the massive pile of dead piles, gasping at the wideness of the hole. He clung to his chest as he feels the marking heat up. A scorching sense of pain assaults him as a memory of knowledge rushes toward his brain.

He soon realizes the awful and cruelness of the spell. Realizing what it is and what it does, he learns that the spell belongs to a category of hexes. The darkest, most deadly, and agony spells out of all the magic spells. The spell he had just learn and comprehend from the gravesite was....