The God of Jesters -
Chapter 120 - 2.31.3 The rat. (Redeemable Codes in Author’s note)
Chapter 120: 2.31.3 The rat. (Redeemable Codes in Author’s note)
His hand hurt and the power of corruption slowly crept into the hand where he had burned the symbol of the moon, the insignia of the Incarnation. His left bleeding eye turned dark as hollow, signifying the night, removing his sight and making him partially blind.
A fate that was somewhat similar to Maxim’s after being infected by the will of a god. In Adam’s case, it was a sacrifice done for a chance at immortality that none shall look down on. A goal that he had dreamed of since the time when he was still a wide-eyed young man in his previous life.
A life without much happiness and filled with pain. A pain that he never wishes to forget. A pain that had driven him till this point.
"Jester, remember the promise you made to him." He shouted again, looking at the figure of Farhad from the little space that was opened through the rubble.
He had never liked this monster, but he never looked down on it. For he knew the capabilities this monster carried with it. The only wraith capable of controlling curses, tweaking memories, and moving through the world of dreams.
A unique existence that has never been recorded in history before. Hence making it harder for one to ever find a perfect way to deal with it.
"Promise with your master?..." Jester said, then looked around for a while. When noticing the lack of "something" and the unchanged state of the thing that floated above them, Jester smiled and asked. "Guess, you lost it?"
"Yes, I did. And we didn’t expect the tower to collapse. So now, take me out. You know, only my hands can reach that. Only I can awaken her now."
"Well, I don’t know if you see it. But I am busy helping my father out of the rubble. And he is way more important to me." Jester laughed, before going back to lift up the rubble that caused his muscles to burst under the force and pressure, but it soon healed as well. As if nothing ever happened to it.
On the other hand, Adam, looking at this, though frustrated, said in a calm voice. "Jester, we both know you are lying. I might not know your reason for working with us. But I know, you too look forward to her revival."
These words caused Jester to pause. Before a smile crept up his face. A smile so ugly that the muscles on Farhad’s face tore up and bled. "Pretty perceptive young Adam."
"But I don’t need you for that. I alone will be enough for that." Jester didn’t mind Adam’s help. Originally, he would have let Adam do his thing till that god’s revival. But not now, not anymore.
Adam and the Blue Lotus are too disappointing. Imagine not creating contingencies for any problematic element that might pop up.
Even if the giant wolf devourer was a wild card that none expected. Remira wouldn’t have evolved to that level if not for Blue Lotus. Kill and don’t ask questions.
Don’t dance around in theatrics if you have a goal in mind. Don’t revel in the pain of your enemies if you wish to succeed.
These are basic tenets in any warfare. But the fools had failed to utilize such basic knowledge and caused such a disaster.
But this is what Jester wanted, a war filled with uncertainty.
Of course, that is what many on the battlefield believed, all of them hoped for their success. All of them wished to win.
However, that was for most people on the battlefield. Jester on the other hand was already aware of the conclusion. For he was the one looking forward to the revival the most.
"Found you father." An injured body that was still somewhat alive and breathing.
Though, it didn’t seem that Maisel would live for long enough.
"Jester!! Take me out of this..."
"Shut up kid. You don’t know how much I have looked forward to this." Dragging the body of Maisel out of the rubble, Jester was smiling from head to toe, his body giddy with what was going to happen now. "Do you know, I have dreamed of this for the last 19 years," Jester spoke while dragging the body out of the rubble, exposing the crushed leg and hands.
How was this man alive, it was a miracle in itself.
"Glad you are not dead. But your soul, it’s a bit too damaged... let me help you." Jester was enjoying this. He really did. But things would become way better if his enemy woke up.
While Adam for the first time was horrified by Jester. It’s not the fact of his cruelty, for he had witnessed worse. What he was horrified by was the meaning Jester’s words held.
But he remained silent, witnessing it all from the side, while recovering some of his mana. Ready to get out of his own.
As for Jester, the moment he placed his hands on Maisel’s head, the world around him changed.
Even if he was sealed by the power of Kassandra’s little trap. It didn’t affect if he was in contact directly. "Let’s see what is going on in your mind."
Jester appeared in a familiar place, his intangible body wore a faceless mask, which slowly changed into the face of Farhad.
"Ah, you dream of the past as well." Jester smiled, happy to finally enter the mind of the man he could never. For the power of his flames had always kept him at bay.
But the flames were barely lit and incapable of acting due to the damage the soul of Maisel had sustained.
Which was a bit weird, as none on the battlefield seemed capable of such a feat. Not when their opponent was Varkus Maisel, the owner of the Samadhi flames. But that was the case when Jester had lost his control over the minions he had cultivated through the years.
"This bastard has a much better recollection of this event than the poor me?" Jester looked around at the carnage his actions caused after he accidentally invoked the memory of a god, forcing one of his vestiges to materialize on this ground.
Not all of them were dead. Only slightly corrupted as the now-dead Maxim had come to their rescue fast, sacrificing his very being for their survival.
"Ah, that is the birth of Maisel." Jester spoke, seeing the defeated hunched figure of Maxim’s Master holding on to Maisel while giving him the "flames" that Maisel would become well known for. "Man, I can’t believe I got such an opportunity at this time." With a giddy smile, the body of Jester merged with the old knight, the previous owner of Samadhi fire.
Causing the memory to resume, with Maxim carrying a disbelieving face over the choice the old knight has made.
"Varkus, take it," I said, creating a ball of fire in his hand. "With this, you will be able to deal with anything that is corrupt." Though it won’t wash away your own filth. It won’t wash away your sin.
It won’t make you holy.
"This, I... I don’t deserve this." He cried, like a young man who for the first time was facing the consequences of his actions, he feared the flames and the responsibilities they carried.
But he had no choice. "This is not for you to choose." With those words, the flames were forced into his body. "No, please don’t."
"These flames are for the Just, don’t fear them. As long as your consciousness is clean, they will become your strength." But unlike what originally happened, the flames started to burn his body instead of merging with it.
A searing amount of pain made Maisel roll on the ground, asking why he was burning and why was he not dying.
"Stay with the pain, it clears you of your sin. Survive this process and you will become the owner of the flames." Jester spoke in character before his creepy smile broke out and he couldn’t help but say. "But guess, you are one sinful man. Wonder how much longer these flames will burn you."
This was pretty fun. The irony of a flame arcanist being burnt alive was not lost on Jester. No, he aimed for irony from the start.
"Feel the pain of your victims. Feel what it’s like to be on the other end of the flame."
Jester closed his eyes and enjoyed the music that was made through Maisel’s screams.
However, this enjoyment came to a stop as Jester felt something on his feet.
Something that bit him hard.
"??"
Looking below, there was a rat that oddly looked familiar to him. "A rat? I don’t recall them being here."
The rat seemed very familiar to Jester for some reason, making him hunch down and try to pick it up.
Though, as if sensing his movements, the rat stopped nibbling on his toe, before climbing into Jester’s pants and started to bite his body and cause havoc.
"Little rat, I don’t feel pain." He moved his hands wherever the rat was trying to bite him, but he kept missing it.
The rat moved too fast, and Jester was barely able to keep up with its speed.
"Rat, have we met somewhere before? You remind me of someone." Jester tried speaking to the rat, which was odd for him.
He didn’t notice how he was treating the rat as sentient as him. It was almost instinctual for him. And then before Jester could do anything. The rat bit him on the neck, ripping out the blood vessels with a single bite, causing the body of Jester to drop, which was followed by the flames on Maisel’s body disappearing as well.
But Jester was not annoyed.
He laughed instead.
A genuine smile.
A beautiful smile that was unlike his usual.
"Little rat, speak... who are you?’
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