PoV Seith
My first reaction to seeing the high priest of the cult was pure shock. I knew him very well, as he was the one who destroyed my life and turned me into a weapon. He was one of the few adepts at magic in a magicless world.
'There's no way we could turn back in time, but then again, it's a god we're talking about.'
'Kill him!' I then started shouting at Diego.
'Kill him!' My brother shouted.
The reason was simple: we wanted revenge. This was a perfect chance. If I had a face, I would've been smiling then. A rare opportunity to exact revenge on those who wronged me.
My brother and I never got along with each other. We were twins and were born into extreme poverty. We were always competing against each other to get food. The one who brought home the best results would get food, while the other could only eat leftovers.
My father worked with a local gang. He was at the bottom of the hierarchy and was never promoted once in his life, because he always refused to dirty his hands for the sake of the organization. My mother was supposed to be a stay-at-home mom, but she deceived my father and secretly worked as a prostitute. She never once used her money on us.
I remember resenting my mother for making us live in such poor conditions. Father would frequently overwork himself until he collapsed and had to be dragged back home by some strange men.
My father probably hated my mother as well. I don't know if my brother knew it, but we weren't his kids. He probably wanted to leave us, yet every time I thought he abandoned us, he returned crying and hugged us for the rest of the day.
We lived in a weird complex located in the poorest part of the city. I didn't know much about it other than that it was apparently illegally occupied a long time ago by a bunch of homeless people. It was mostly a lawless land, or at least that's the way my father described it. I almost never stepped outside my own room, but I did see a lot of drunk people as well as drug-addicted ones roaming around the complex and pissing on the building from my window.
Then there were only a few intact buildings left, with the rest a ruin on the verge of collapsing. The few remaining buildings were owned by gangs with extremely high rents and were only available to their own members.
We were homeschooled. The teachers were awful to us. They never bothered explaining things to us when we didn't understand them. They always gave us an unreasonable amount of homework. And whenever they were questioning us, they always demanded that we know by heart the subjects that were to be studied.
Every day, different men came to our house to be entertained by our disgusting mother. She was a devil, using sweet words to deceive us, sometimes using sweets to bribe us to keep our mouths shut. We were young and starving, but I still regret it to this day. Had my father known from the start, maybe he would have lived a better life for himself instead of being chained to us, beaten down and humiliated like a dog, overworked, and taken advantage of.
Maybe a part of me remained shut because I saw the many children on the streets begging for even crumbles of bread, dying of dehydration, and suffering from the unbreathable air.
"Are you sure this is a good place to rest?" Asked Diego, he seemed a bit uncomfortable with the number of dying people laying down on the streets.
Here, no complex had more than forty floors, and since electricity was scarce in this neighborhood, everyone used wooden doors that required metal keys to open. Most of these complexes were filled to the brim with people, and of those, only the few that remained needed rent to live in.
"Yes, trust me, there is a very comfortable place at the end of this block. It even has hot water in the morning." I responded while looking behind us.
They were clearly interested in Diego, yet they were too cowardly to approach him.
As I looked at the sky, I was met once again with that cloudy, soulless sky.
'Maybe we got too used to that particular sky.'
This sky lacked energy; there was no flow of life force, and no living creature was proudly flapping its wings on it.
Dubir: You're absolutely right. In contrast to that environment, this feels... dead.
As I guided Diego towards what I once called home, the usual swindlers were there, asking for an unreasonable fee, as always, just to get inside.
As soon as I started getting lost in my memories, Diego summoned Dubir and beheaded them.
'Yikes!'
"So, where's the promised apartment?" he asked out loud.
'You weren't supposed to kill them... now their gang will be all over the place hunting you down.'
"I don't care; just tell me where I can rest."
'Last floor, apartment 45.'
I guided him towards the stairs, but instead of following my directions, Diego was trying to call for the lift.
'It's useless. You need to have a special key to call the elevator."
He sighed. Before he could take another step, a bald, muscular man started choking him from behind. He had many tattoos across his body, symbolizing many different things. A dragon was pictured with his mouth open, ready to eat his left eye. On his neck, he had many kinds of flowers tattooed on it. He was wearing a white shirt and black jeans.
Diego then proceeded to use his ability to easily get off the chokehold and immediately try to slice off his head. He stopped the blades inches from his face.
Diego: I could use him.
"Listen here, I need to reach the floor number..."
'Forty'
"Forty! That's right! But I don't want to walk up there. How about you carry me there, and I'll spare your life? If you try anything funny, you'll find yourself with your head up your ass so badly you'll wonder if this shithole is actually better than yours."
Dubir: I don't want to seem too harsh on you, but lately the quality of your threats has reached an all-time low.
"Shut it!"
The bald thug didn't respond; instead, he tried to grab Diego's blade. Unfortunately for him, the blade slipped out of his hands, cutting off his thumbs. Before he could recover, Diego proceeded to stab his left foot and twist the blade as much as he could before taking it out.
The man surprisingly didn't make a single sound; instead, he was breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
"You know what? Today I feel merciful. You're allowed to go and try to find someone to cure you." He said.
The thug seemed hesitant to even move. Whenever he would step back, Diego would step twice in his direction. He tried to make a run for his life then but got immediately decapitated.
'That was unnecessary!' screamed my brother.
It was his first time talking in weeks. He usually sleeps due to the nature of his power.
"One sibling hates living beings while the other one loves them. What an unusual pair of weapons you've become!" I still remember the words of that God.
His nature was charged with a tremendous amount of power. It was a natural talent, although it might just be a strong affinity for a certain element that granted him that power.
"It was a perfectly rational decision to make; he annoyed me and paid the price with his life."
He responded by shrugging his shoulders.
'You don't even imagine the number of enemies you just added to your list.'
"It's probably just a measly hundred or two. What could they do to harm me?" He said this while going up the stairs.
'They're not a small group, and they possess a lot of weapons!'
Dubir: even better
Diego: That's right, it's even better if I can get my hands on some decent weapons, plus there are a thing or two I want to test here. Nobody will object if a gang of thugs vanishes from the streets.
Fury: Yet you still attacked that police station...
Diego: Think of them as a necessary sacrifice to test the strength of this world. Thanks to that-
Fury: You already knew that this world did not have the same weapons as yours had. You knew they were far too behind to even compare. You truly are-
Diego: Finish your sentence if you want to starve once more.
I felt Fury using her powers and trying to take control over Diego's body, but she was quickly stopped by Dubir, me, and Frey.
Fury: Are you really siding with him?
Dubir: Your weak ideologies will only lead to our holder's death once again.
Frey: We tried to listen to your advice, but you only managed to fail without even being able to fight. You're not the strongest anymore.
'I'm simply acting in my best interests. Your ideals are simply too narrow-minded. I won't change my holder again because of your ineptitude. I won't get humiliated by the heavens once more because of your stupidity.'
Fury: So let me get this straight, you would rather support a demon than-
"Fury."
She could not oppose his call. He then threw her away and left her there to rot until she finished her reserve of mana and would be forcibly recalled inside of him.
"Anyway, what's your name?"
'My name is Seith. As for my ability, I can possess dead bodies and change my form to match the people I've killed.'
Diego seemed a bit interested before getting distracted by a couple shouting obscenities at each other. They were arguing over money. The man was complaining that he had not spent all his money to secure her a place just for her to fuck around with all the gang that owned the place, while she said that he was an idiot for expecting her to remain faithful to a loser like him.
This was a common thing. Women in this complex were not to be trusted, as they were willing to betray or kill their partners just to get on the good side of the gang. They were essentially betraying the group in pursuit of their safety. It was a test that very few were capable of passing, I heard of just 1 couple that made it while the rest...
That one was a heated argument, as we could hear many different fragile objects being thrown around and broken.
The argument quickly turned physical, and the man started beating the girl while she was screaming for help.
While most people remained watching from the sidelines, a couple of men arrived on the scene to stop the guy.
It was a sickening plan. They would try to paint him in a bad light to see just how far she was willing to go against him, even though she was clearly in the wrong. Depending on how bad she was, under the pretext of saving her, she would be escorted out. Instead of being relocated to a safer complex, she would then be abandoned or disposed of. We met the same fate.
In front of the door that led to the floor, there was a man who was covered in dirty rugs and had an untreated beard. He tried to point a knife at Diego but got cut down by Dubir.
Diego: I might know what to do in these types of situations.
One of the men grabbed the raging wife beater from behind and quickly pulled him out of range of the woman, while the other one tried to accompany her outside. Diego stopped him by cutting them off and pointing Dubir at his throat.
"What do you think you're doing?" Diego asked the man who was carrying the woman on his back.
"Who are you?" asked the man back with a threatening tone.
With one swing, Diego managed to blind the woman by slashing her eyes.
"This was just to show that the blade is real." He added.
Someone then shot at him from behind, but since Diego was using his ability, the projectile hit the man carrying the woman. He had mastered his ability to an insane degree, to the point where he was able to just let the skin be physical. It was a measure he developed to keep his clothes on.
"You're so mean; why would you try to kill your comrade?" He said this while turning around to see who shot him.
"You know what? I don't like to see people suffer, so why not let me finish him off?" He looked at the man holding him at gunpoint, looking for a reaction.
The man in the red shirt was extremely confused. He was trembling and probably panicking a lot in his mind. He tried to shoot a couple more times, but once he realized that it was useless, he fell on his knees and started begging for his friend's life to be spared. Diego decapitates the dying man with a smile stamped on his face.
Everyone froze in place. The place had become so silent that even whispers felt loud at the moment.
Everyone was extremely tense. All eyes were directed at Diego. Everyone made space for him to walk.
He was now in front of the man armed with a gun. That man was shaking, constantly begging to be spared, all while pointing his handgun toward Diego's head. Diego then reached for his gun with his hands, and the man, in a fit of panic, shot him. Once again, the weapon did not harm Diego. Before he could shoot again, Diego grabbed the gun and snatched it from his hands.
Somehow, he knew how to check how many bullets were still inside the magazine.
"Give me the rest of them, if you don't want to die, that is." He said this while further inspecting the weapon.
Diego: Since you all have individual names, I decided to also give her a unique name. Her name will be Justice. As Justice loves the suffering and then murder of evil people, she will be the perfect weapon for executing all evil in one last merciful blow. What do you think?
Dubir: I think it's a bit cringe to call a handgun justice, but in the end, it's your choice, so as your weapon, I will respect that.
Frey: I've got no problems with that.
'Honestly, I feel weird about it; we have names because we are alive; that thing does not have a soul in it.'
At that moment, I noticed Fury's body returning inside Diego's.
'It was too fast. What happened?'
Dubir: It's obvious someone tried to pick her up, and she retaliated, using whatever mana she had left to kill him before ultimately dying of starvation.
Diego: Why are you so against the idea of being held by someone other than your holder?
'It feels sickening.' I said.
Dubir: How can I explain it in a way that you will understand? Could you bathe in shit? That's what it feels like. Not only that, but the stains and the smell will not go away for an extremely long time, plus it feels as if that shit was acid and it's eating away at your body.
Frey: It's also extremely shameful to be wielded by another being while possessing a holder. Pride is one of the few things that we have left. The more holders a weapon has, the less powerful it is considered, and that will leave you alone, unused and in the dark, for who knows how long until someone is desperate enough to pick you up and choose you as his weapon.
'For renowned weapons like us, it was shameful to lose all our holders at the same time against the same enemy, but at the same time, we got lucky to get immediately picked up; otherwise, we would have waited for another century or two before a worthy warrior appeared before us, and even then he might not pick us up because we failed to at least injure our enemy as weapons.'
Diego: It seems being a weapon is far more annoying than I thought.
Diego started inspecting the guy who was wielding the handgun in search of ammunition. He found a couple of bullet magazines full. He then proceeded to murder every low-tier thug on the floor, leaving alive only the few I recommended he not kill.