Entorage
"Monster!"
"I know, I know, I've heard it a million times. Now get lost."
"Why should I you freak!"
I drew my sword and held it to his neck, "Because monsters don't mind killing." He ran at that... ha I've told people I could never kill in cold blood, but they know my possessor would.
"Yes I would Viiiiiiisse, HAHAHA"
Yup that's it, my curse, the evil entity that possesses my soul. It is the manifestation of every sin committed by all of my ancestors. Whenever I get mad it encourages that anger.
"You know that I will never give you control again. Not after what you did."
If you want to know what its like to bare this curse, its easy to explain. Anytime a thought pops into your head like "I'm going to kill him" this force takes control and kills them for you. Although sometimes, you don't get back that control. Well enough whining I'm going to the tavern.
Oh yeah that's another thing, I might be infamous because of my curse, but my gambling skills have gained me a lot of respect and- Oh? What's that? I ran over and what did I find, flamers.
"Oh jeez, I do not want to be caught up in this when the mods arrive."
"What? You haven't heard Vise?"
"Heard what? Hey you still owe me money."
"I know, I need some more time. Anyways its bean pretty hectic recently and law breaking is not being dealt with very fast."
"What's going on?"
"I don't know man but ev-"
"ATTENTION EVERYONE!!!"
I didn't hear much after that so I had to ask the peasant next to me, though he wouldn't be a peasant if he didn't get caught up in that card game with me. Just one of many fools.
"I've heard as little as you, something about picking a new mod in a contest. Hey you should try out!"
"Me?"
"Yeah, I mean you always obey the law and you're a man of your word. You would make a great mod, and you won't need to gamble money away from suckers like me."
"Hah, I doubt I can even get close to the amphitheatre."
Nevertheless I tried going anyways. I got closer then I ever had to the amphitheatre. That's when those lackeys from the churches or whatever came.
"Back you demon, you will never beat the light."
Then came the barrage of religious quotes, only this time they had a weapon. Some sort of staff. When it touched me I could here the possessor's agony.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
So, like always, I dashed into the only place I was safe, the tavern. I would have to hang out here for a while, if I was attacked with that weapon again the possessor would not be able to protect me...
I noticed a change in behavior in the following weeks, people started to walk around nervously. Some people that taunted me didn't even realize I existed. Most of the people I saw, that were probably going to compete, would not make good mods. So I decided I would have to compete.
That day I immediately started toward the tavern, if I was to get to the amphitheatre I needed bodyguards. When I kicked in
the door the people who were in debt to me started to bow. The others started drinking again. The bartender, by instinct, took out my cards. When I motioned them away the tavern went silent.
I chuckled, and then announced, "I have a job for anyone who wants their debt whipped clean. I need to be escorted to the amphitheatre, but anyone who chickens out when the religious freaks arrive will have their debt doubled."
There were about 7 who came; they tried to look as tough as possible. It worked, those freaks stayed back and I got to the amphitheatre safely. I dismissed my entourage and they thanked me for wiping their debt. As I put my sword away and walked in, I saw the other contestants. One was a fish man, another was a guy with pixie wings, and another with swords for hands (I wonder how he picks things up). They looked just as nervous as I was, so I was not taunted as I walked to the place were the light shone strongest.
"You're not ruining this for me," I whispered to myself.
"Don't count on it."
