"No", the voice says. This voice is clear and determined. It has made a decision and is quite satisfied as it slips the treasure onto its finger. It ignores the horrified expression on its best friend's face, ignores when he breaks down crying desperately, because it doesn't need friends anymore. Its part of a better world now. The treasure's world.
Somewhere in the voice's mind it registered that it failed. Everything failed. All the pain and struggle, all the death and grief, all the fight for nothing. But it can't bring itself to care. The voice isn't strong enough, it has resisted for too long, it is weak and tired, it can't take it anymore. The treasure is giving power. A power too sweet to deny. Now it is feeling strong and invincible. Like nothing matters anymore, but the small thing on its finger.
Content that it finally gave in to the precious' call, to the tempting, alluring tug at his very soul. Its invisible feet leave marks on the ground and the voice vaguely notices its friend turning around tears streaming down his face. It grins manically, because friendship seems so absurd now. Friendship and loyalty and devotion seem so far away. Something from another life. A distant life. Too far gone.
The voice doesn't realize it, but the treasure has won. It always wins, always has and always will. Every living creature will sooner or later obey to its will, because that is what it had been created for. The treasure melts the poor minds that came to acquire it, it shatters their best intentions and breaks their spirits.
And there is nothing this voice or any other voice can do to stop it.
But… the treasure hadn't counted on one of its victims to be addicted enough not to leave it be. Addicted enough not to die without it. Addicted enough come back for it.
That's it. I guess. Though I may add another part.