Arthur
Resistance then...
A shower of spells and arrows quickly fell upon me, their murderous intent palpable. The hatred of the man, who sustains this world, was felt in each of his attacks.
His main incarnation advanced rapidly with his saber, eager to land his blow. His eyes were tense, veins bulging, lightning striking the floor of the magnificent palace.
From his point of view, he was only one.
He was Sarkota, King of Rathora.
He was the one who hated me.
The one who was being defied.
But in truth, only his essence was that man.
The core of the soul was him.
The most fundamental part of him was the man.
When in fact, this entire world was him.
Everyone in this world is him.
Every person who interacted with him, lived in him and was him.
And since I was in this world, I was also him.
To hurt this world is to hurt himself...
To kill me is to kill himself!
"So Kill me if you wish!"I laughed once again.
Several arrows pierced me on the throne. One of them hit my right eye while another hit my throat, filling my mouth with an iron taste.
Acid, flames, and magma fell on me. My flesh began to be corroded in one way or another, the smell of burnt flesh invading my nose,at the same time it was being melted, while my ears heard the crackling of the meat being cooked.
My cells were being completely destroyed.
The pain was terrible.
It was unbearable.
The worst death one can face!
But what was a little of pain?
It is just pain.
Isn't it?
What is pain in front of my Will?
What is pain to my Desires?
It is Nothing!
Finally, those angry eyes finally caught up with me. I really angered him, and mind you, I didn't even sleep with one of his wives or daughters.
I didn't need to kill his loved ones.
I didn't need to taint their lives.
I didn't need to threaten them.
All I had to do was sit on his throne.
"Hahaha." I laughed in the face of that man."Men have such fragile egos."
The sword slid without resistance across my throat, the lightning bolt running through my chest and head, leaving a terrible mark in its wake.
My left eye was blinded by the lightning, its glare and flaming trail leaving a scar across it, my eye whitening.
The fireballs set what was left of my body ablaze, in a sadistic pyre.
"Damned creature." I laughed as he continued to watch my body being slowly destroyed.
My body was reduced to charcoal, but I still laughed with increasing vigor.
"I hope you never come back," he said, walking away. Without ever realizing that he was weakening with each passing moment.
Eventually, consciousness began to waver; this body would no longer be sustained by the soul.
Not because It was dying.
There is no death here, none at all.
But because he was leaving. there is no reason to maintain a simulation when it is not being seen.
Leaving that burned body.
My new body manifested itself next to him, in one of his less important subordinates. He never noticed this soldier, didn't know his name, appearance, or anything else.
If one looks close, he may be a failure in this world.
Maybe he never existed in the first place, but he looks real.
As such, he just ignored me.
I could have remodeled his appearance, but I chose not to.
Sarkota was still concerned about what to do with the answers he had obtained, but one thing was obvious. The son of Beelzebub was approaching and would soon destroy the entire city, and that would have terrible consequences for him.
And of course, with my offer of help being refused, that meant I would destroy this world myself.
I was a will, and so was he; we were both mixed with the soul at that moment.
But I was special; the soul being destroyed was nothing to me.
I could simply rebuild it from the fragments and even acquire some resources to strengthen myself.
He, on the other hand, would simply die at once.
The soul was like a house full of books in which his entire life was stored from the day he was born to the day he died.
The resident was the will, the one who read those books and took action based on them.
The mind was his pencil, with which he wrote new books.
And me, well, I can be many things. A visitor, a thief, a demolition man, and even a homeless person.
I want those books for myself, I want that warm and comfortable house for myself.
But that doesn't mean things have to be difficult, does it? We can just share the accommodations, I'll read your books, use your pencil to write new ones for myself, and even work for you, making all the easy and difficult decisions.
Meanwhile, you relax on the couch watching a movie or series with popcorn and cold soda.
That's cool, isn't it? I'll take care of all the hard stuff and you relax!
But what if you don't agree?
Well, in that case...
I'll break down your door, and when you hear the noise, you'll hide in some corner. And then I'll go out and destroy all the furniture, burn your bookshelves full of books, break the walls with a hammer until you show up and I kill you and let the house collapse with you inside.
I'll use what's left of the house to rebuild a new one, you'll die for testing my patience.
Clearly, what's left won't be as many books as in the beginning, nor many bricks, nor much comfortable furniture.
But I had nothing, and now I have something!
Right?
Right!!!
Passive, in which the resident flees and allows the agent to act as it pleases. Common in non-sentient animals, children, and weak-willed people.
They generally allow possession without destroying their will, and in cases of small resistance, this manifests as flight.
But what if the resident chooses to fight? The house is rightfully his, and he will not give it up! If you try to destroy it, he will attack and kill you first!
In that case, we will fight to the death!
Resistance.
Suddenly, two men are in the living room. The resident then grabs a knife from the coffee table and prepares to expel the invader.
His will is strong!
The intruder tries to subdue him with a knife he found, but the man remains steadfast in his murderous intent. They exchange a few blows and end up damaging the house in the process.
Every time the resident attacks the invader, the invader places some furniture, painting, vase or anything else in front of it.
Sometimes, the resident do the same.
Balance, everything one has, the other has. Access to the house's resources is the same for both.
The fireplace accidentally spreads some flames that damage the house throughout the period.
Collateral, damage always arises during an invasion. Nothing that was before will be the same from now on.
But he was never just a will; he is a man with a house. He never lived on the streets and is not accustomed to the insecurity of living on the streets.
He did not consider that this intruder could have more than a knife...
Then the intruder pulls out the gun and fires, causing even more damage to the residence and to the man who becomes increasingly desperate.
Potential, the intruder has everything the other has and still has what he brought with him.
In the end, what remains is the intruder's Reward.
Balance is lost, with the Potential to cause more damage, Collateral damage accumulates, further reducing the Reward.
But in reality things can be even simpler, pulling out a weapon and destroying them all at once, greatly reduces the reward.
So first let's use the knife.
It's still a bit bad though.
So let's sharpen it.
Let's use that boy who's coming from the desert. If you were already afraid of him before, what will happen after I strengthen It?
And…
What is bad, can always get worse.