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Jack's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling as he continued in low voice.
"Gabriel and I married, For a while… I believed we were happy."
His voice was steady, but hollow.
"Two years passed. Ordinary days. Ordinary nights. Or so I thought."
He swallowed like remembering some bad dream.
-Gulp
"One evening, I came home from the shop and she wasn't there. No note. No warning."
The floating blades wavered, their edges dulling. Jack went on. His jaw tightened.
"I searched the entire city, Every street. Every dock. Every place she loved. When I couldn't find her, I went to the guards."
Silence filled the kitchen.
"...."
"...."
"...."
He punched a wall near to him in anger.
"They found a letter, She had left with a wealthy merchant. Said I was a failure. Said she wanted more."
Four Arms didn't interrupt. Jack whispered in low voice,
"...."
"That day, I lost the only things that mattered to me. Love. Trust."
The mansion creaked softly, as if reacting to the weight of his words. As he continued, He shook his head faintly.
"After that, I drowned myself in anything people said would help me forget. Drink. Noise. Distractions. None of it worked."
He closed his eyes. His laugh was bitter.
-Haha
"Whenever I slept, I saw her smile. Heard her promises. A lifetime together. Forever. Words are so easy."
Jack opened his eyes again. Then he continued.
"One night, at a tavern, a married woman approached me. She was lonely. Bold. Careless."
He paused, considering.
"I told myself it might help. That if I crossed that line, the memories would fade."
They didn't. Jack went on. His voice dropped.
"She brought me to her home, Her husband was away. Everything was quiet. Then I saw a picture."
He turned his head slightly, eyes dark.
"A man smiling. Holding hands with the woman he trusted. Happy. Unaware."
Jack's breath hitched once.
"I saw myself in him."
The blades lowered another inch as Jack spoke.
"I left, Without a word. While she shouted after me, confused and angry."
He looked back at Four Arms at last. Then he declared.
"That's when I understood, Betrayal isn't an accident. It's a choice."
Four Arms took a step forward, rubble shifting underfoot.
-THUD.
Jack remembered the night clearly.
After leaving that house, he wandered through the city without direction, moving through an alley that felt too quiet even for Rivermoor.
The lamps there barely burned, their light thin and sickly.
That was when he saw them.
"...."
An old man stood at the far end of the alley, his back slightly hunched.
Before him, a woman collapsed to the ground, her body slack.
The air reeked of magic. The old man murmured.
"Poison Magic: Nightshade Slumber,"
Jack didn't hesitate. He ran forward, shouting for the man to stop, reaching for the woman to pull her away.
Too late. The old man turned calmly and raised his hand.
The same magic washed over Jack.
The world went dark. Awakening
When Jack opened his eyes again, he was bound.
"...."
The air was thick with incense and something metallic.
Symbols were carved into the stone floor beneath him, glowing faintly.
Across the chamber, the old man stood over the woman from the alley.
Jack screamed. He begged. He struggled against his restraints until his throat burned. It didn't matter. The ritual ended in silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The old man turned toward Jack afterward, his expression not cruel—but weary. The old man said softly.
"You see? This is the world as it truly is."
Jack shook, unable to speak. The man continued.
"You are a pitiful soul, One who lost everything to greed and betrayal."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"That makes you suitable."
The old man explained then. He was dying. His body was failing.
And he needed a successor—someone to carry on the sacrifices after his death. The old man started his preaching.
"I offer you purpose, A sacred mantle. Meaning."
Jack refused. Again and again.
Six Months of Captivity
The old man did not punish him.
Instead, he kept Jack alive.
Fed him. Treated his wounds. Spoke to him often.
From time to time, he would ask again.
"Take the mantle."
Jack always said no.
Days blurred into weeks.
Weeks into months.
Six months passed in that old mansion—isolated from the city, from the world.
Jack learned the rituals only by watching, not participating.
He learned the language of sacrifice without ever agreeing to it.
Then, one morning, the old man did not rise.
His breathing failed quietly in the night.
Before dying, he released Jack from his bonds.
"You will understand someday,"
The old man whispered with his final breath.
Jack fled. He did not look back.
Return to the Present Jack lowered his gaze in the ruined kitchen. He said.
"That house, was where you must have found the book. Am I right?"
He laughed bitterly. Jack continued.
-Haha
"I rejected his mantle, But his teachings… they stayed."
Jack's voice dropped. He said quietly,
"When I returned, I lied."
He didn't look at Four Arms. His lips curved faintly.
"I told people I had traveled. That I needed time away. I didn't want anyone looking for the old man's sin. He had… treated me well, in his own way."
The floating blades drifted lower, circling him like idle thoughts.
"I reopened my barber shop. Cut hair. Smiled. Went to taverns. Drank like everyone else."
His shoulders rose and fell.
"I acted normal."
Jack finally looked down.
"But I couldn't see the world the same way anymore."
His eyes unfocused, staring through the room. While he spoke.
"Everywhere I looked, I only saw betrayal, Lovers lying. Families tearing themselves apart. People discarding trust as if it were nothing."
His voice sharpened. Jack admitted.
"I stopped seeing individuals, I started seeing patterns."
Four Arms felt it then. Not conviction. Delusion.
"...."
Jack's hands trembled slightly—not with fear, but excitement. As he continued.
"I didn't perform the rituals at first, I told myself I wouldn't become him." He laughed softly. "But I had learned too much."
He lifted his hands, fingers flexing declaring.
"Dagger Magic came easily, Too easily."
He swallowed once.
-Gulp
"The first time I killed…"
His breath hitched—not with regret, but something darker.
"I felt something I hadn't felt since before Gabriel left."
His eyes glazed, smile widening unnaturally.
"Relief."
The blades around him shimmered. His voice grew almost dreamy.
"It was quiet, Simple. Clean. And for the first time in years, I slept."
Four Arms' fists clenched hearing the crazy mans satisfied words it means a lot to him.
"YOU ENJOYED IT."
Jack's smile twitched.
-Twitch
"…Yes,"
He admitted softly and openly. His eyes were unfocused now, clouded with a manic gleam. Jack continued,
"After that, it became easier. I told myself I was correcting the world. That I was stopping lies before they spread."
He laughed—thin and broken.
-HAHAHA!!!
"But really, I just didn't want to feel powerless again."
He said, finally looking straight at Four Arms,
The mansion creaked around them, as if rejecting the words themselves.
Jack spread his arms slightly, blades hovering close.
"I snapped, And I never looked back."
Jack's grin widened.
-Grin
"...."
With a sharp gesture, every floating blade launched at once—a storm of daggers screaming through the air toward Four Arms.
Four Arms didn't flinch. He swung one massive arm. Then another. Then all four.
-Swish! -SWISH!
-Swish! -SWISH!
The blades shattered, ricocheted, or bent uselessly against his thick, dense muscle, clattering harmlessly across the ruined kitchen.
"PATHETIC."
Before Jack could react, Four Arms brought his hands together.
CLAAAAAAPPP!!!
The impact unleashed a sonic shockwave that tore through the mansion like an explosion.
-FOOWSH!
The floor beneath Jack's feet cracked outward in a spiderweb pattern.
Jack's eyes widened.
"...."
He jumped—Too late.
The entire section of flooring collapsed.
There was nowhere to land.
Jack fell straight down through the rupture, crashing into the kitchen below.
He barely had time to recover before Four Arms was already there with all four of his yellow eyes were gleaming.
One massive hand snatched his leg mid-fall.
Jack's world inverted.
"...."
Four Arms lifted him effortlessly.
"YOU'RE DONE."
Then he slammed Jack into the ground.
-THUD. BAM. -THUD. BAM.
-THUD. BAM...
Once. Twice.
Again. And again.
The floor cratered with each impact, tiles and stone shattering as Jack's body was driven down mercilessly—over and over—like a ragdoll with no resistance left.
No spells. No knives. No laughter.
Only brute force.
Finally, Four Arms let go.
"...."
Jack collapsed into the debris, body limp, breath knocked completely out of him.
His mouth moved, but no sound came.
His fingers twitched weakly—unable to form blades, unable to cast, unable to even stand.
Four Arms straightened, towering over him, chest rising slowly.
"THIS IS NOT THE END OF YOUR 'JUDGMENT.'"
Dust settled. Above them, the mansion groaned, broken and defeated—just like the man lying at Four Arms' feet.
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