The God of Jesters
Chapter 608 - 9.13.1 Where are you running?

Chapter 608: 9.13.1 Where are you running?

More money for more work? That should obviously happen.

Farhad did more than just find the core of their issue, he fought with a powerful mage to help the Dhuma family. So wouldn’t it be unkind for the Patriarch of the Dhuma to just pay him the measly initial amount?

Well, that’s what the old man hoped that Farhad would expect, but that was not going to happen anymore. "The child, what is he?" Farhad asked, looking at the fainted men and then at the old Patriarch. "He is far from normal, I can see it."

"Sir... you shouldn’t concern yourself over the matter, we will deal with him once the time comes, please for now... please spare our family." It was the first time that the Patriarch Dhuma ever bowed to someone. And that happened to be someone that he had once considered enslaving.

It felt almost comedic if it was not sad.

And then with a boom, one of the middle sons suddenly exploded into gore and blood, causing the other brother to cry in fear while the patriarch suddenly turned mute. "Answer me, you have around 19 chances before I end your life." The nineteen he mentioned were the family of Dhuma beside the Patriarch himself as well as the dead son that now lay there as his body was crushed under the impact of Farhad’s tentacle at such a speed that it didn’t even register in the eyes of those around him.

To them, it just appeared as if the middle son just exploded on his own.

"We... that boy is my 13th son, he was meant to be the carrier of curses for our family." Since his first wife died, the old patriarch was never the same. He detested curses a lot and in order to prevent the death of his older son, he dabbled into them by himself. This is when he came across a young Hasina who had a similar past as him, and both soon fell in love.

But that love can never bore fruit, Hasina, due to the curse she carried was infertile, but it never stopped their dream of a big family, a family that would be safe from the curses. "We found out about the Blood sacrifice, where all the curses a family might be hit would be sent to the sacrificial lamb of the family." It was a technique that he found in the big cities, where this practice is more common than one would like to accept.

"I did this with my 5th child and onwards... but never any of my main wives. I would hire a prostitute to birth this child." A prostitute would generally die during childbirth due to the inhuman rituals performed on her where she births the perfect sacrificial blood capable of siphoning the curses of the family by drinking it directly from their blood.

Which was the "food" that Hasina always brought to the sacrificial Blood. Considering the immunity of these sacrificial blood to curses was always higher than normal, these can sometimes survive their teen years, though that would mostly depend on luck if they were not hit by powerful curses during this time.

And somehow, the Patriarch of Dhuma had been able to keep this all a secret for a long time with Hasina’s help.

Well, that was until the birth of the boy who would soon earn the name Rudhir, which generally just meant "blood."

A boy born without a soul, no, it was wrong to say that the boy had no soul, for the boy’s soul was a curse itself.

A curse that caused the pain of the boy to be felt by all those who carried the same blood as him. But only when the boy slept, which was merely a few hours due to all the drugs and beatings he was forced to suffer from just to be kept awake.

But when that didn’t work and the curses on the boy’s body made him too weak to even handle any beatings, the family was forced to ask for the help of the most knowledgeable person in their area. Which just happened to be Mage Dilbur, who gladly accepted Rudhir in order to learn about his soul’s makeup, just so she could attain a similar level of immunity to curses as that boy.

"Then kill this boy and be free... or you can’t do it, can you?" Farhad already had an idea of what might happen if this boy was killed. ’They might all die due to backlash.’ Curses are not so simple, they require an unequal price to work, and their backlash is even more brutal than the direct impact of a powerful spell.

Not to mention, although it wasn’t explained, Farhad knows that this boy, Rudhir, carried curses from all his dead brothers combined. Whenever one of his brothers died, the curse was sent to the new carrier, the new blood sacrifice, and one by one, these curses accumulated until the birth of Rudhir, the ultimate curse, which was also the reckoning for or a sort of Karma for the family.

"We can’t... his death will release all his curses back to us, none of us would survive." At those words, Farhad’s suspicions were confirmed.

"You know, if I were to burn the source of the curses with my flames, you would all be free of such fate, even his death won’t cause you much of an issue," Farhad spoke, as his flesh lit up with reddish flames, the ghoul flame that was born of his ghoul king curse mixed with the flames of Samadhi. Before this flame ate away at his fleshy palm, exposing a weird bone structure underneath.

But that was also the moment that the color of the flame changed. "This much potency would be enough to purify him." He spoke, looking toward the old man whose eyes lit up after hearing such words.

"That... I beseech sir to help our pitiful family, please free us from this curse." Spoke the Patriarch, bowing to Farhad.

That flame, now that he looks it at, the holy nature of it was obvious. Although he didn’t know how a curse user was capable of harnessing such a pure force, he didn’t care at this point. Nor did he care about the death of his son. As long as Farhad killed his 13th son, he would gladly do anything that Farhad asked of him.

Obviously, his dreams were never come true. "The curse is not this child, the curse if you," Farhad spoke, turning his flame red again.

Which did scare the old patriarch, but he didn’t dare to make any foolish moves in front of the monster like Farhad. For he understood more than anyone else the kind of danger they were in currently. They were at Farhad’s whim, all he required to end them would be simple will. "But that won’t help this child. The pain you gave to this child can never be taken back, and no matter how I torture you in return, this child will keep existing in a perpetual state of pain."

Farhad said, lowering his burning red flame toward Rudhir, whose simple mind could barely comprehend what was going around him at the moment. Or it might be that he had long accepted his death, and he gleefully waited for the flame to burn him to death.

Something that even Rudhir’s father, the patriarch of the Dhuma clan looked forward to.

Though once Farhad’s burning hand touched the boy’s body, something odd happened. "I will try it on you... the first one to accept my baptism." Once the red flames touched the boy’s body, they rushed through his body and started to change his biology on a cellular level, while the samadhi flame in it burned through the curses that existed in his body and assimilated it into a new kind of blood that flowed through Rudhir’s body.

Which on the surface appeared as his body started to contort and mutate into a monstrous form, shedding his flesh and then growing inhuman bones out of his body before exploding into the flames that purified all that was deemed dirty.

Everything went as Farhad had expected. His previous experiments were mostly on small critters, though they all died before the transformation process was complete. But in Rudhir’s case, it seemed he would succeed.

Until. "Huh?" Farhad felt that something else was born the moment his red flame touched Rudhir’s soul in order to purify it. "Immortal nature." He felt it, the flames couldn’t touch the curse, instead, the flames were devoured by Rudhir’s soul and then returned to a purer form.

A primal form.

"What?" Was his question as Farhad felt that the flames in his heart exploded out of his body rushing toward the boy that was in front of him. "No..., this can’t be." Farhad never expected this to happen. This oddity. "You are mine... my family’s." He spoke, grabbing the flames with his multiple arms. But failing to do a thing. The push from the flame was just too much.

"Father, what is going on?" The oldest son asked, seeing this absurd thing there was only one thing in his head.

"Don’t think and escape, it would seem even this Warnan didn’t fully understand what Rudhir was... Now he is going to suffer for it."

With those words, The patriarch helped Hasina up and led his son away from the scene. Hoping that this monster suffers dearly for killing his son, he suffers so much that he can never come after him again.