The hand I had reached towards my parents was skeletal at the tips the regular flesh pulling away from the dark black of the hand. Some of the flesh was bright res pustules filled with a white liquid swirling with every movement. The flesh that looks normal squirms as if maggots are beneath the flesh. I could see the bone exposed at places through the lacerations in my hands but what hurt me most wasn't the pain of my hands being slowly devoured it was the look of disgust and fear my parents had towards me.
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I pulled my fragile will together and began to stand up while looking down at my feet covered in the veins being exaggerated against the pulled thin flesh which was covered in white growth and black spots. The flesh had indentations throughout the feet some were bright red but could not bleed and the bone on one my ankles was exposed but still I stood and began to walk away with all my will.
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The magic of this world could heal me, but it was too expensive for a family such as mine who were just poor farmers and the priests would only treat the symptoms like they had many times before since my body always began to decay only years after each treatment but the time between each treatment began to reduce.
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My parents after taking care of my illnesses for years began to see me as cursed by the gods growing distant. I loved to learn and would often hang out away from everyone in the library in town that was reserved for nobles, but I always managed to sneak in and the Labrian loved my Enthusiasm for learning and reading.
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The decay I had would also spread to any who I touched with the afflicted part even the land began to decay when I touched it. I seemed to be the epitome of rot so I always wore gloves and shoes, but they would always eventually rot and decay. The decay would only spread to what I had psychically touched. I placed my hand upon my holy symbol while walking into the forest with a broken face hoping to be killed before the Decay could spread.
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The forest ground around my feet began to blacken and behind me the footsteps I had taken had turned blacker than night letting off a faint black mist. My tears fell to the ground staining it red with the blood that had been leaking from my eyes instead of the regular tears I had been crying up until now.
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[POV Archbishop Kumela]
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"A corrupted one was supposedly cured of his affliction by young priests in the outskirts due to their constant care."
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I approached them quickly and said "What branch said such a thing because that affliction sounds like the Corruption brought by those who are born to be Evil and broken by the hate of the world for something they can't control all we really could do is kill them."
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The younger priest beneath me stuttered "Archbishop it was the branch near Buriom Forest the place where the corruption of this world first began the place where we purify every year to stop the creatures of evil from spreading."
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I than teleported instantly to that branch due to this being an urgent thing if a Corrupted One got cured we could save them all. I approached the church, but I quickly sensed the decay and corruption within the village it had been turned to a place where the undead dwell. I began to sanctify the grounds killing the undead as they approached granting them freedom and salvation.
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I could see on the ground spreading corrupted soil from the footsteps of the corrupted one I could also see a few corrupted priest's whose holy power had been overwhelmed and decayed into what it is now a husk of an undead spreading corruption wherever it can barely having a semblance of intelligence and mostly resistant to weak holy power so I slowly purified them and their souls tears of light leaking from my eyes as I prayed for the poor souls of all creatures who suffered here.
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They must have suffered much and from the extent of the corruption this corrupted one only formed truly 24 hours ago and they didn't even try to corrupt this place they were only seeking death I just hope they don't encounter any beast for they cannot die and will only suffer more.
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[The Corrupted One POV]
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I kept walking deeper into the forest it had been a day, and I could see the bones of my arms covered in black, red, and white spots and also my bones had formed pustules of bones. I could feel the trees dying around me as the pain got worse, but I also grew more numb to it almost as if I was adapting to it quite quickly, I then felt my head by ripped from my body as fangs began to press into my skull slowly crushing it.
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I could still feel my head as it was crunched between its teeth, but I also felt its movement suddenly stop and then twitch pustules and black spots spreading across its face and body. I realized my head had reformed on my body. I began to claw at my own lacking flesh and skeleton trying to breck and destroy myself, but the pain and existence would not go away tears of black mist began to leak from the pits that could be called eyes.