Dark, Bloodied characters in Remnant

Chapter 7

"Come on boy! You know you want it!" An unbreakable man reasoned. As always, he found the little things in life to be most satisfying, like tricking a happy-go-lucky young man or woman into a pit of what he believes is a metric tonne of death in varying forms, giants, monsters even leaving heroes to rot in a tower!

"I don't know, it looks...kinda scary to be honest." A little wuss whimpered. But the unbreakable man knew how to erase doubt. Why, with whispers of legendary treasure of course! Now if only he could figure out what the stupid boy desires...

"Look, I've been tracking an old sword from way back when the four kingdoms didn't exist, but...I guess I could give it to you, if you go and get it, aren't you one of those hunters?"

"Legends say that holding the sword can grant you the powers of the sun! With a sword like that, I'm sure you'll be the most powerful person in the land. You could do anything you wanted!" Surely with this, the boy was convinced.

"Oh...alright, I'll go and get it, erh...Patches." the wuss said. Haha, another victim to Patches' perfect plan!

"Blimey good choice Jaune! Now, it's just down there." Patches pointed down, into a gaping hole filled with fear and its dark clutches. Jaune felt his soul being pulled from him just looking at it. Surely there was a lake down there in these kind of situations right? That's what always happens in Fabling!

Though he repulsed back, just as the unbreakable man readied his foot. Gragh, little bugger!

"What was that sound!? It sounded just like a...a-monster!" The boy was right. It did sound like a monster. But in reality that was just his buddy smashing a series of wooden carvings onto the ground, on a cliff so that the real monster could only ignore him. But far enough down into the cave that Jaune couldn't discover the ruse, even if he was stupid enough to believe the whole sword thing, you can never be too careful in this business.

"-ELP ME!"

"-RY. GOOD"

Jaune could hear all manner of distorted words, some vaguely familiar.

"Oh...then the sword really is for you then..." A man wondered in front of a scared and confused foolish boy.

"It's whispers...it's calling to you can't you hear it? That sword is destined to belong to you!"

Jaune took in a deep breath, and peered over the edge into the corruption in vision known as the darkness, but before wussying out again, he never expected to hear the man say these words:

"Aaand over you go..." He turned his face to see him, but felt a force and slight scrape on his rump. Before he could understand what was happening, the world spun and he saw Patches for a moment before it all became black.

And then the brown of the cave ceiling.

And then black again.

And then the brown of the cave ceiling again.

And then the blackness that was eating at his soul and devouring his incompetent light.

And then the rocky brown of the ceiling again.

And then the darkness that was tearing at his soul like it never left his room, and stayed hidden in the closet or under the bed.

And then a small head of Patches appeared in the speed vision.

And then to the corruption that devoured at his flesh and...a very faint light.

The wet floor certainly wasn't a big lake underground, damn. Praise the aura right?

"You greedy little mongrel! As if a sword like that could even exist! Hahaha! Now say hello to the monster! It's really friendly and just loves visitors! HeheHA!" And Jaune could hear the true monster of the cave, it was his greed and sloth. What fool could truly believe that power was so easily taken? Now he would suffer the fury of whatever beast's domain he was trapped in, and with only his scrawny muscles, a shield and a simple sword the monster would surely have it's way with the stupid, brainless dunce. He couldn't even see what it looked like in the infinite darkness, then again maybe he'd rather not.

"ARGH!" He squealed. There was an intrusive thick jelly-like substance wrapping around his feet, and it was slowly rising. Soon he was made to fall over, his hands and soon his arms, were trapped in the monster.

Honestly he thought he'd last longer, being born into a warrior family made him believe that. Nah, all it took really was a lot of darkness and...whatever stuck to him to end him. Jaune's legs and feet, his arms and hands, even his waist was now corrupted with the thing, and it was siphoning the innate aura energy that he had, leaving his eyelids to close gracefully.