What the fuck is this horseshit that is happening before my very eyes? Liliruca, serial traitor and midget isn't trying to take Bell's dagger in any possible way?
Inconceivable. How could this possibly happen? I don't think I've caused enough ripples-
Oh shit this is definitely my fault. Fuck, that's bad.
I looked at the small girl carrying a giant backpack larger than me, wearing a tattered and worn white cloak over herself, and looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes that I knew were fake.
Alright Selah, time for cause and effect.
Cause: My opening my fucking mouth.
Effect: Lili is now homeless, probably desperate, and is eyeing me like I'm the last cooling corpse she needs to level up… huh, a Level One would probably Level Up after killing me.
Not important. So, right now there's one of the least trustworthy characters in this fucking setting at this point in time, who is more than weak enough for me to deal with when she inevitably tries to murder me. I have an unknown number of assassin's after me, and am currently lacking the funds I rightly deserve from Loki.
… Fuck it, in for a penny. My gambling addiction will eventually kill me, too bad there's a spell for that!
"Alright… what's your name, Miss Supporter?" Cannot believe I'm actively setting myself up for betrayal, but even if I'm not a compulsive perfectionist I can't give up free numbers, Capitalism has trained me too well for that.
"Oh! Lili's name is Lili!" She said in such a cute way that the fact I knew it was completely dishonest made me sick to my fucking stomach. "Does this mean you'll accept Lili as your Supporter?" Oh sweet merciful Anubis make her stop speaking in the third.
Third-person perspective is for shitters and people who can't right interesting main characters. First and Second for life.
"Hold up one second. While I do respect you putting yourself out there, I'm actually busy with…" Putting an uppity Goddess in her place. "... meeting with another Familia today, so I actually can't bring you with me. How about we meet up tomorrow at the Guild Hall so we can talk shop?"
The forced cutesy expression on her face fell for just a moment, before popping back up almost as quickly as it had left. Almost.
"That sounds perfect, Mister Adventurer!" Ugh, total submission outside of the bedroom gives me fucking heart palpitations. Her bowing at the waist with a bag large enough to carry a bundle of baby elephants made it worse. "Thank you for blessing this poor Supporter with this opportunity! May I suggest meeting there tomorrow, Sir Adventurer?"
… Okay she definitely noticed how uncomfortable the whole second-class citizen schtick made me, but why the fuck is she-
Right. In severe debt, and doesn't want to get caught 'two-timing' by going into the Dungeon with someone else.
That's rough buddy.
"Yeah, though I'll probably be a bit later, the Guild is farther from where I live than the Dungeon." I said, and we said our goodbyes while I went down into the depths once more.
Leveling Up is a big deal. Besides the standard reset of your stats, and the fifty CCs of potential you are blessed with for being that guy, there's also two major factors that I'm currently looking to abuse the fuck out of now that I'm officially a Level Two.
First, aside from starting off in New Game+ there's also a hidden boost to your everything that makes it so even fresh out from the Level Up you've gotten significantly stronger than you were before. Ignoring the Development Ability, as well.
Second, is that you've officially become important enough for the Gods themselves to give you an Alias. While before I had all the abilities of a super spy dumped into the back of my head I definitely wouldn't have cared aside from fearing someone(Loki) giving me a shit name, Moth Voice ensured I knew better.
Names have power, a weight that tells others how influential someone is and what they're capable of. If I get my name out there, make it feared enough that no one except the clinically insane would even consider answering the Call of the Void and trying me.
It would also make dealing with Sekhmet that much easier, considering I could just kill her and slam my dick on the table to see who has the balls to get the same shit done to them. But, again, Moth Voice makes it so I have no excuse to be an idiot and murdering an immortal, even if they're handicapping themselves.
This whole thing is ending as soon as possible, because I don't want to be stuck in a prolonged Shadow War with a bunch of fucking assassins, and every day I don't deal with the problem is a day I don't get the chance to break Bast or Anubis in.
And some crimes can't be forgiven, even if I can't kill Sekhmet.
Still, as I feign inattention while wandering the Dungeon mindlessly, various questions flitted through my mind. Some that only a conversation with her could answer, and I could just vaguely guess at the effects getting this conversation with her would have.
Still, I was far more concerned with the reason I haven't gotten assaulted yet!
I clicked my tongue as I mindlessly killed my way through the first two floors and down to the third. The first one had only attacked me after I was tired from killing a Boss Monster, and I don't think a second one of those is going to come out of the Dungeon anytime soon.
I focused my senses, completely unsure how much better the other assassin would be.
Or if they had even noticed she had been killed. I have no idea how their operation functions, whether they only return home once the job is done or if they make regular reports or what have you. And it's not like I can talk to the first one's Ba anymore.
Originally, part of the reason I had brought her dagger with me was that I thought I could use the item to summon a lesser connection to the Ba later on. Death is all about the detachment from the realm of the living, and even when the soul is eventually returned to life in a different form, the lingering memory and attachment to places and things is still there until they're destroyed.
But, apparently, the assassin wasn't attached to the blade she tried to kill me with whatsoever. Even when it was the weapon she died with and the item taken by her killer (me). No attachment, which according to the Anuburrito, she either didn't have enough time to grow attached or didn't care about herself or her life enough to develop any actual attachments.
Bast and I were then forced to comfort her to prevent the spontaneous cessation of every goddess with an S at the front of her name. Drawing the hidden blade, I looked at it, letting my mind wander to the woman I killed.
No. The girl. Fuck.
I killed someone… again. It was different than that ass who killed for money, even if it didn't seem that way at first. She tried to kill me because she believed in her goddess so unerringly, so absolutely that the second she proclaimed killing me would save the world she didn't hesitate.
Even in death, after seeing I was just a guy with a few tricks up my sleeve that she absolutely worked her way around without breaking a sweat, she still believed my death would've saved the world.
… I could have dealt with it if it was business. Even if you were a child, drawing your blade with the intent to kill is just another contract between you and the one you face, where death is an unavoidable condition for failure. I could live with it if it were just an apathetic bastard who thought nothing of death.
But some random girl, whose lived a life worthy of developing a Spidey Sense? Who killed me just because someone she trusted more than anything wanted me dead, for money or worse?
I killed a slave who didn't know any better. Am I supposed to be proud of that? That the only freedom she'll ever experience is in death? Fuck, I feel sick just thinking about it-
My senses lit ablaze, and suddenly my blade was holding back a powerful slash from a complete stranger, and only with extensive use of my new Dex stat did I bat the bastard away and back into the hallway.
Ha! Fell for the old 'exaggerated despair' trick! Works every time, half the time!
My mouth opened, and an enraged roar echoed and bounced off the walls of the Dungeon in this narrow hallway, forcing unadulterated fear into every poor bastard close enough to hear it. Unfortunately the newest assassin wasn't the type to pass out from fear, but I did force them out of flight and into fight.
300 points banked. Roll Failed.
My cry grew more gruesome as the knowledge of whatever I had missed out on wormed it's way into my subconscious, but I paid more attention to the enemy in front of me.
I couldn't see him. He was absolutely in front of me, just going off the way sound bounced off everything in this narrow-ass hallway. But I can't see him.
… of course the assassins have a bullshit stealth skill. Shut up Moth Voice, you barely count as a multiplier. Using the bitching Voice, I went through every sense I had, only to settle on the fact that they were also trained to be silent.
Alright, so the first assassin worked best in direct offense, but this one is the stealth specialist? Or did the first one have a stealth skill, but wasn't able to get back under cover while we were in combat-
Oh right. Her skill worked off intent, and I definitely could have accidentally stabbed her while under cover, and she wouldn't have been able to do anything save bleed aggressively in my general direction.
Still, I'm almost offended they didn't send a Level Three after me. What, a weak Level Two wasn't good enough, so you sent a strong one?
… Maybe I've been writing too much Worm if I'm upset about this shit. Anyway, what does one do when in an enclosed space with an enemy that can use the fabled Fallout 4 Crouch to disappear from my perception?
I pointed to fingers into the very enclosed space, and fired it off rapidly before letting it burst apart at the seams. The spell burst, and with all the shit crammed into my head, of course I can recognize the exact spot that had slightly more resistance to being exploded compared to everywhere else. My magic sword lashed out and stabbed into something, but lacked the sensation of metal through flesh.
And for a second I saw it- the assassin had bundled the edges of his cloak in from of me, catching the blade in cloth. I swiftly raised a hand to block the side-kick straight to my liver, but my single right arm couldn't outmaneuver a career-assassin's whole set.
I was yanked by my wrist even as a gripped onto the assassin's leg, and I moved mine to sweep him off his feet. But then he hopped into the air himself and-
Dangling off my arm as if it were a tree branch, a single boot lashed out towards my stomach with a horrifying metallic glint on the sole causing me to move instinctively.
I let go of my weapon, buckled my legs underneath me, and using both points of contact threw the bastard off of me- only to curse aloud as he disappeared from my eyes before he could slam into the wall. His whatever let him hide whenever he was far enough away from me- or if I didn't have contact to him.
It was irrelevant though, because I knew exactly where he was, thanks to a Curse of Visibility causing various little things to scream out his position. Dust, coughing, and the loud bang of someone being thrown into a fucking wall. Combined that with a Curse of Slow-Start and Curse of Daze, and I had enough time to enact my plan.
I forcefully exhaled, knowing I didn't have much time, and placed a hand over my empty first before chanting.
"Projection of the Outer." A curse manifested around my fist, so thick and heavy that I wouldn't be surprised if someone could see it with their naked eyes.
"The Mother's Primordial Sea." The near-visible haze tightened around my fist, and I could almost hear the malformed curse crying out in debased, horrific glee. I firmly planted my feet, and resolved myself to not fucking miss.
"Crashing Tides." I moved, crossing the now-insignificant distance in a single step. My brow furrowed as the organ in my chest strained under the techniques weight. I grit my teeth, and pulled back my fist.
"Supreme Art: Demonic Resonance!" My fist slammed into the now visible assassin, and time seemed to slow to a crawl as air forced itself from his lungs while he finally brandished his blade at me once more.
But the first hit had already sealed his fate, as an instant after the first punch hit, and explosion of blood and gore came out of his shoulder, causing him to cry out in surprised agony.
"Resonance!" My other fist caught him in the jaw, cracking the thing and causing another burst of his flesh, this time on one of his calves. Again, a silent cry of incomprehensible agony fell out of his open throat.
"Resonance!" My knuckles moved from his stomach and crashed into the blatantly obvious weak point, feeling the flesh stretch around the fist. His eyes rolled into the back of his head another explosive wound spontaneously appeared on his body.
"Resonance!" Another fist, this time to the cheek, and I decided to try my hand at Revealing something.
"Demonic Resonance is an attack utilizing all three methods of Cursing a target." I explained tactfully, having fallen into the teaching role with more enthusiasm than I had initially expected. "Resonance has three steps- the formation of the spell via the Curse. Resonance! Second, through Voodoo and the naturally connection between the flesh and the soul, -Resonance!- I create a strike that aims itself at the soul. Resonance!" After getting him in a vicious combo, dribbling him against the wall and my fists like he was a basketball player, I noticed how close to death he was, and let it go to assure I got exactly what I wanted.
"Last of all, when I make contact with the soul I offer a temporary pact with the soul. In exchange for not taking the opportunity to harm it's integrity, it recreates an equal amount of damage on the body compared to what it would have taken itself."And then I knew I had exactly what I wanted.
I raised a fist- and the half-dead man who has nary a single thing to live for, suddenly lunged at me with a blade on his side with such speed I almost didn't realized half of his flesh had been torn away. Fucking anime characters…
I caught the wrist that held the dagger, and smiled viciously at my victim. "For what it's worth, you had heart. But you're death is a means to an end. Resonance." My fist buried into itself into the tattered remains that was once an abdomen, luxuriating in the crackle of broken ribs beneath me.
But then- in the split second where the contract with the Ba is made, I saw it. The ethereal thread between a God and their Child. It was a beautiful thing, but I didn't really have time to wax-poetic about the bond of faith, so I merely grabbed it, and Plucked the String.
Despite the wording of Fortune, I can't use any of my curses along the 'connection' of the target and the name. It's too… exact on the type of misfortune allowed. Something too powerful- or heavy- will snap the connection and cause the spell to fail.
Which is pretty fucking bad.
But with a connect based on blood freely given from a Divinity that goes so deep it relates to the soul? That's one hell of a thread, let me tell you.
But, unfortunately for all my rage against Sekhmet, I am incapable of dealing with the heat that would come from a God spontaneously dropping dead. Even if I hide it to the best ability, a single question from a Divinity would fuck me over without a shadow of a doubt.
The curse must be subtle, must be exact, and it must make her incapable of striking out against me and mine. But it can't do any actual harm to her, something she'd bring up to Orario at large and leave everyone freaking the fuck out. Thankfully, I came up with a perfect idea.
After all, what is better than forcing an enemy into becoming an ally.
Curse of Morality.
When it was done, I was back to myself, and standing over the cooling corpse of what would be the last person to die due to the pointless actions of his as-good-as-dead Goddess.
After all, if I can't kill the body, I may as well kill the mind.
I only asked the deceased about the location of his Familia's base, before letting him rest. Then I looked down at the hands that beat a preteen to death, and saw them soaked in blood, spit, and tears.
None of it mine.
… I thought of something funny, but decided not to fucking lobotomize myself… unless I got something that drove me insane.
No, no, stop contemplating. I rubbed my fingers against each other, and decided that I was quitting early today, Lili be damned.
400 points banked.
Domain. Teleportation Waypoints. Genshin Impact (400 points)
Roll Success! Purchased! 0 points remaining.
To the denizens of Teyvat, the teleportation waypoints are a series of mysterious 'gimmicks', their purpose unclear. But to those in the know, they are a valuable array. A strange network of devices scattered around the world, allowing one to teleport between activated waypoints. These appear to be linked in some way to using the leylines of the land, though the exact mechanics are not fully understood. A network will appear in future worlds, allowing instant travel for those that know how to use them. Naturally they have to be activated to be used first. Along with this, you will gain several portable waypoints, which allow for temporary use of the network wherever you place them.
… Well at least I don't have to walk of shame back home anymore. Thanks Gacha Game, very cool.
Orario is many things. A living bastion of a new-age, the goal every would-be adventurer in the world wants to conquer, and the main setting of the series.
It was also designed by fucking crackheads, apparently, Daedalus Street not included. Buildings and paths are made, destroyed, and forgotten like clockwork thanks to the mass of superhumans of varying levels of strength and loyalties all living here. Not to mention the actual, massive size of the city as a whole.
Given all of this, is it any wonder that hidden buildings, mysterious pathways, and secret tunnels are a fucking infestation in this city?
Oh, I fucking love Hyrule's Map for highlighting the information I got from the second assassin's Ba.
Huh? Why am I infiltrating Sekhmet's base even after cursing her?
To make sure the job is done, of course. While a Curse of Morality sounds inane and nonsensical, the actual contents of the curse is very simple. Just filled the target's head with empathy, sympathy, and a not-insignificant amount of guilt and shame for any wrongs done to others.
Unfortunately, people are capable of doing horrible things even when they know exactly how unforgivable their actions are. So, think of all this as a… guarantee of the effectiveness of my Curse.
Sekhmet's base, past all the fucking sewers I had to avoid like the plague, was a connection of tunnels that led back up to Orario as a whole. The connections were part of regular tunnels, hidden behind false-walls and other secret-agent shit that made navigating the thing a pain in the ass despite having someone specifically tell me how to get past all of it.
Still, once I was in, Moth Voice was practically guiding my every move while I slunk through the shadows undetected. A very large stone room was at the end of my travels, where I found Sekhmet speaking to a room filled with cloaked figures that knelt before her.
My ears strained as I listened to her words, digesting the fact that she was ordering all of her assassins to cease all action and wait for further orders from her. For a second, my fingers twitched and I contemplated popping Night Parade and exterminating the lot of them, but if killing them all was what I wanted I would've just started with the figurehead.
I silenced the impulse and merely waited for her to dismiss her minions, before pausing and sending a Fortune curse her way.
I watched the figure- basically an edgier version of Bast, not worth being horny over- go into a full-body shudder as she dismissed them with a bark of command. Leaving her alone in a massive room, with a single person looking over her.
How unlucky.
"So, you feeling different these days?" I asked, exposing myself as I glared down at the Goddess from the mouth of one of the many tunnels that fed into this room. She whirled over in my direction, snarling at me.
"You?! You're the reason I'm feeling this way- that my head is filled with worthless sentiment?!"
"Yes, all the feelings you're being exposed to are my doing. I've cursed you to gain a semblance of the morality of a normal person." My words were sharp as I stepped down from my vantage point, eyeing her like the mad dog she was.
… Oh you motherfucker-
"Fix it!" She screamed at me, lips almost curled into a smile now that she's got a viable target for all her animosity. "Cure me, undo whatever it is you've done, and you leave this place alive."
"Can't." I said, and her expression fell once the truth of my words rang out.
"... what?" She spoke, teeth gritting as her dark skin flushed as red as burning coals, and I let out a cruel chuckle at the free comedy show right in front of me.
"What? You really think a curse straight to the soul is something I can just undo? 'Sides, even if I wanted to, I used the connection between you and the child I killed." Her face twisted at my words, and her expression only grew worse as she realized how much she hated feeling that way, and the loop continued. "Can't exactly fix it without murdering another one, and I can't right now."
Demonic Resonance has many caveats to it's use, due to the fact it allows communication with the soul, one of which is the fact that I can only attempt to use it once a day.
… attempt being the operative word.
"Still, for a goddess that looks down on mortals, you can't handle not being a dick for an hour without resorting to begging?" I let an honest laugh tumble out of me, forcing it down so I didn't let it get carried away. "Fuck, you're pathetic."
The War Goddess refused to take that lying down, so she lunged for me, and I oh-so easily caught her out of the air by her throat. I glowered at the pathetic limplet in my hands. "Fucking hell, is there a single part of you that isn't inferior to Bast?"
Batting away wilding kicks and silently enduring nails clawing at my arm, I squeezed a bit before continuing.
"Oh, and speaking of your lovely sister, I just have one single question to ask. What did you have to do with the deaths of her Familia?"
She went limp in my hand, all fight and aggression leaving her in a moment as a wave of shame and guilt crashed over her like the tide. My eyes locked onto the salty tears that spilled out against her will, and once again my Villainous Aura went wild against my will.
"How dare you." I spoke. "You kill her family, her Children, and have the fucking balls to cry about it afterwards?" A gasp I knew in my gut was a choked sob escaped her throat and shook up my arm, and with all my heart I wanted to just tighten my grip and feel her neck turn into powder.
Instead, I got control of my raging emotions, and tossed her to the ground in front of me. I ignored her gasps and spat on the ground in front of me. "You are the most disgusting, miserable thing I've ever had the misfortune of coming across. The next time I see you and yours, it will be when you're ready to put your miserable life in the hands of your sister, so she can kill you herself. I'd offer, but you aren't worth the water it'd take to wash your fucking blood off afterwards."
I turned and didn't look back, the sobs of the thing that was once Sekhmet echoing behind me as I bit my lip, doing everything in my power to keep my magic from lashing out against her due to my rage.
One of the many cons of being a curse-specialist- my magic tends to act on its own when I'm unimaginably pissed at something in front of me.
I tried to give myself a bit of Fortune so I wouldn't have to kill anyone else today, and went back to crawling my way to the surface. The taste of my own blood in my mouth is the only reason I didn't bury that girl and her Familia here and now, and I'd only regained myself when I had returned to Orario.
The walk back home weighed down on me, the actions I'd taken today firmly setting themselves in my mind. I'd spent more time fighting people than monsters today.
Just the thought made me grit my teeth to the point of cracking. I hated today. I hated it for making me doubt myself, doubt the choices I made and the reasons behind them.
Was there a nonviolent path through all of this, where no one had to die? Did I need to kill that assassin to get that curse off?
Was it worth it, or should I have just murdered her consequences be damned?
And how much of that was me, and how much was me accepting this kill or be killed mentality?
100 points banked. Roll failed.
Damn, couldn't even give me a distraction?
… No, even if there was a better way, I didn't regret the actions I took today. I only regret that they were necessary to protect me and mine.
Feeling… not quite as dreary as before, I eventually made my way back to Blessed Balms. Rolling my shoulders, I opened the door-
"Congratulations!" Several people suddenly chimed in as I walked through the door, and I had to blink as I saw many familiar faces in my fucking house. Bast and Anubis were surprisingly (For Anubis) at the front of the small crowd of people, smiling dazzlingly.
After I finished gaping at the both of them, I noticed the other people in the room. Specifically, a good half of my students were politely clapping at my entrance. Well, Ais, Lefiya, and Riveria were. Tiona instead decided to drum a killer beat on the table while hooting and hollering at me.
Most surprising of all was fucking Bell and Hestia, the latter of which was giving the Horsefucker a wicked side-eye while the protagonist laughed awkwardly as the shortstack began actually glaring at Loki.
I blinked rapidly. "Uh… my birthday's in autumn…?"
"Not that, idiot." Before I could defend my lack of intelligence, I was being dragged by Bast towards the center of the room to a big table with a cake laying on top. "They're here to celebrate your Level Up."
I blinked again, genuinely shocked by the events that were occurring before my very eyes. I looked around again, eyes landing on Bell who immediately chimed in. "Oh, Selah! Sorry Syr and Ryu couldn't come, they couldn't skip a shift at the Hostess even if they wanted to. They said congratulations, and to come by and see them."
I nodded, kind of duly, before a piece of me recovered enough to respond. "Ah, that's fine. You enjoying the party and the company?" I asked, laughing as he immediately blushed before glancing in Ais' direction, just as Hestia immediately dragged his attention away.
I nodded to the rest, who were aware enough to realize I was very off-balance by all of this. Except Anubis, who realized this but still went up to me.
"Specifically your alias. Loki fought to give you something stupid-" A raspberry was blown in our general direction, followed quickly by the unmistakable sound of an open hand over the back of a brat's head. "- But I got you something alright instead."
"... 'alright' doesn't inspire much confidence, Nubi." I commented, while Anubis raised her chin up proudly, canine ears twitching as she spoke.
"Hah, considering what most Adventurers get for their first Level Up, Anpu did amazing, right?" I had already started petting my goddess past the first exhale out of Bast's mouth, but I still agreed with her words, even as Anubis sighed contentedly at her pampering.
"Yeah, she's such a good girl, not letting the Loki's try and ruin my good name." Too many people in the room rolled their eyes at my words, but I ignored them. "Anyway, quit yanking my chain and tell me what the name is."
"Well if you stopped petting Anpu, in public, you could read the fucking cake and see it." And just like that Anubis regained her distaste for new people and retreated into the sidelines. I gave Bast a cross look for ruining my fun, but she merely nudged me with a shoulder and pointed me at the cake.
I read the words at the top. "... Komodo? Like the dragon?"
Bast tilted her head, while Anubis' popped up from the shadowed corner she had retreated into. "You kill dragons. That's like, everything most people know about you, and no one wanted to give you anything cool like dragon slayer. Loki agreed when I said you were proud like one-" Called me an arrogant bastard, got it. "- and agreed with me when I said you killed it with mainly poison, so Dragon Poison became poisonous dragon."
I almost clicked my tongue, hoping despite myself I would've ended up with Samael, that one Poison that kills dragons. But still… considering Little Rookie was on the table, I have no room to complain.
"It's perfect." I chuckled at the fucking surprise party I'd wandered into after I'd been actively contemplating if this place was worth it.
Is it wrong to take a chance in the Dungeon? Definitely.
Was it worth fighting for this place? Absolutely not.
But, surrounded by people in a party planned for my sake… it's definitely got people worth fighting for.
I really am one Lucky bastard.
Too bad I have to tell them I fucking hate cake frosting, though.
A/N: Hope you all weren't expecting a super-long arc about finding and taking down Sekhmet's Familia single-handedly. After all, the ability to use curses and the ability to perceive the soul makes every Familia member a weak point straight to the soul.
This arc is definitely over with little to no consequences. Definitely.
[ Trinitarian Rhapsody (Touhou Project: Forbidden Hermit)] You have the ability to be in three places at once. You may divide yourself up between three bodies, each at full strength and each existing in a different dimension simultaneously while your "core" personality continues to act in your original body. With this, you could act simultaneously in Hell, Gensokyo and on the Moon or within the Dream World, as an example. Each body may have minor aesthetic differences to tell them apart, if you wish. You may, at any point, switch places between any of your three bodies; should you get injured, for example, you may instantly switch places with an uninjured body to continue fighting at peak efficiency.
SI: … Multiple mes in multiple places with all of my same abilities. The only downside is that it… reads like they all have to be in separate dimensions for this to work. But interdimensional travel in threefold sounds fucking spectacular.
Oh and foursomes or whatever. Would rather not become Eskimo brothers with… myself, but hey. Who knows what weird shit goddesses are into?
[ Corruption (Sailor Moon)] When humans are at their lowest, they are capable of doing the greatest of evil deeds. Only capable, though. Some of them need a small push to let the negativity truly overtake them, to release them from the chains of restraint. When you find an average human being with serious mental and emotional baggage, you can enhance the negative feeling in their hearts through awful visions. These will lift them from anything holding them back, and they will turn on their allies and friends. They will act selfishly and callously through your influence. Perfect for sowing discord among your enemies.
SI: I… As a person, I think this power is very niche and would only work on my greatest enemies. As an Adventurer, this shit wouldn't work on a monster unless they're fully-formed enough to have thoughts and feelings besides hate and pain. As a Curse Specialist, I fucking want that. If I could reverse engineer this- but I can't use other people's misery to… or can I?
Oh and corruption fetish or some shit. Not enough magical girls around for me to care. Where's Magical Girl Levia-tan when you need her?!