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Chapter Three: The weeping sect

Tiara thought of going back to her parents or even going back to school but she knew how embarrassed everything will seem so she decided to go to the university to find out their requirements.

Immediately she discovered something dark following her when she turned she saw a girl wearing a black cloak

"who the hell are you "she screamed in fear.

But the girl just knocked her down and made her unconscious.The next time Tiara opened her eyes she was in the middle of a dark room.

she saw people surrounded her wearing the same black cloak as the girl.

"not to complicate things sweetie I are here because we need you and you also need us Tiara"a charming handsome guy dressed in dark clothes with piercings all over him but his eyes were closed.

"first of all I want to go home

second I don't want to do s**t with you guys so you can release me back from where you carried me Thank you".

Tiara said with a faint voice she wasn't scared at all

"leave us!" the man shouted and the rest in black cloak left

"look sweetheart you want to get vengeance on Aaron and we also need you".

"how did you know about Aaron?"

"it doesn't matter Tiara my job is to help you I am Lucein the leader of the weeping sect I'm the weeping monk,u sign the contract I help you with whatever you want and you do your part agreed?"

"Thanks maskman but I really want to go home"Tiara said standing up but Lucein grabbed her

"I can see right through you(staring at her ) I know what you want and you are so sad Aaron could not give it to you and the worst part was that he tried to deceive you"he said as he placed his hands in her thighs she shivered a bit trying to resist it but he deepened the touch

"I can give you what he didn't give you and much more just sign the deal" he said as he quickly removed his hand.

She was shocked as they dragged her to a dungeon and locked her up. she sat on the floor and immediately she saw a girl in the next cell

"welcome " the girl said smiling

"please what is this place?" Tiara asked the girl

"they call it the weepers tunnel the dark annals of history, there exists a sinister sect known as the Weeping Monks. Legend has it that their origins trace back centuries, to a time when chaos and despair reigned supreme. It is said that these monks were once devout followers of a forgotten deity, but their insatiable hunger for power led them down a path of darkness.

The Weeping Monks were not like ordinary practitioners of the dark arts. Instead of drawing strength from fear or suffering, they thrived on the raw, unbridled anger of humanity. They believed that anger was a potent source of energy, and they sought to harness it for their own nefarious purposes.

As the centuries passed, the Weeping Monks honed their abilities, perfecting their rituals and dark magic. They developed a unique talent for manipulating emotions, stirring up conflicts, and inciting rage among the populace. In doing so, they fed their insatiable hunger, growing stronger with each passing generation.

But the Weeping Monks were not content with mere power. They yearned for something more tangible, something they could hold in their hands. And so, they devised a diabolical scheme—a pact with mortals.

The Weeping Monks would approach individuals consumed by anger, those who harbored deep-seated grudges and desires for vengeance. In exchange for fulfilling their most fervent wishes, the monks demanded a steep price—their souls.

The terms of the deal were simple yet ominous: the Weeping Monks would grant the petitioner their heart's desire, whether it be wealth, power, or retribution. But in return, the individual would be bound to the sect, their soul forfeit upon death.

Many desperate souls, blinded by their rage and thirst for retribution, accepted the Weeping Monks' offer without hesitation. They received their desires, but at a terrible cost—a lifetime of servitude to the dark sect.

As time passed, the Weeping Monks amassed a vast network of followers, each one bound by the dark pact. They grew in influence and power, pulling strings from the shadows, manipulating events to sow discord and chaos.

To this day, the Weeping Monks remain a shadowy presence, lurking in the periphery of society. Their insidious influence continues to spread, fueled by the anger and resentment that simmers beneath the surface of humanity. And those who cross paths with them, seeking to quench their thirst for vengeance, do so at the risk of losing their very souls to the Weeping Monks' insatiable hunger".

This was something else Tiara thought

"what happens to the people that refuse to sign the contract "

"they remain locked up here untill they manage to subdue their anger but if that never happens they die here".

"And their bodies?"

"your body continue roaming on earth you will be lost in a comma most at times"

"but girl if you are interested in leaving this place you can speak to Samuel an angel held captive you can join his hood" the girl whispered.

"where I can I find him?"

"The last room underground "

"Thank you "

Tiara called the guards and told them she wanted to speak with the leader and they took her to the garden where he was.

"you changed your mind"

he said smiling.

"Yes I did".

He stretched out his hands but she didn't take it "so what's the catch?" he asked her

"First of all I want to speak to Samuel before striking any deal with you"

"fine nothing will change anyways because no one can defeat me sweetheart no one" he called some guards to take her to Samuels cage

They opened the door and left as instructed

In a secluded chamber, bathed in ethereal light, Tiara knelt before the angel Samuel, her heart heavy with the burden of her mission. "Samuel," she implored, her voice tinged with determination, "I seek your guidance in vanquishing the leader of the Weeping Monks. His tyranny has wrought untold suffering upon the innocent. What must I do?"

Samuel's radiant presence filled the chamber with a sense of serenity as he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of ages past. "Tiara," he began, his gaze unwavering, "defeating the leader of such a dark sect will require great strength and courage. But fear not, for there is a way."

Tiara listened intently as Samuel revealed the key to victory—a weakness concealed within the leader's eyes. "His eyes?" Tiara questioned, her brow furrowing in curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"The leader of the Weeping Monks," Samuel explained, "has long masked his true nature behind a veil of power and malice. But his eyes betray the darkness that consumes him, the turmoil that festers within."

Eager to understand how to exploit this vulnerability, Tiara pressed on. "How can I uncover this weakness? And how do I approach such a perilous task?"

Samuel's response was measured yet resolute. "Delve into his past, Tiara," he advised. "Seek out those who have witnessed his darkest moments, those who have felt the sting of his wrath. Their testimonies will reveal the source of his anger and despair, giving you the insight you need to weaken him."

Tiara nodded, her resolve hardening with each word. "Thank you, Samuel," she said, rising to her feet. "I will not falter in this quest. The suffering caused by the Weeping Monks must come to an end."

"Go forth, Tiara," Samuel replied, his voice a gentle echo in her mind. "May the light guide your path, and may hope prevail even in the darkest of places."

With renewed purpose, Tiara set out on her journey, determined to confront the leader of the Weeping Monks and bring an end to his reign of terror. Armed with the wisdom imparted by Samuel, she faced the challenges ahead with courage and conviction, knowing that the fate of many rested on her shoulders.