A cult is being formed that goes by the name of the Blood Brothers. They are ruthless and pillage and kill at will. You can choose to help them or stop them. But beware! They have some sort of magical voodoo powers, they seem to be able to control people against their will with their dark powers.
Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits
“Let me show you how this works.” A voice said in the darkness. “It's becoming harder to operate now that we’ve been outed. It took way too long to set the preparations for tonight so everything has to go as planned. Just like last time, here we go.” He was out front in a small home, eyeing his next victim. A tip from a corrupt member of the PTO, as much of them were, had made the Blood Brothers halt progression. Local farmers, and small townsfolk, who were primary suitable targets, were now becoming more of surroundings as report after report came out to be on watch for suspicious activity. It was becoming harder to find targets with their guard down. However this family lived far from the capitol. They lived off the land, and below their means. After about four days of observing their movements and livelihood the group decided to move forward with the sacrifice.
“Ok here it is.” The voice said. “Learning their schedule the husband usually went to bed last, after mom kisses the son to bed. His room is the one there, two doors down. Lights out at ten fifteen. Dad gets up to pee around midnight. Our best chance is then. He's still groggy so he won't know where we are as long as we remain quiet. It is normally taboo to perform this ritual around someone who is not one of us. However, this shall be the union bond between us.” He said with conviction. “The time is upon us. Let lucifer guide us with favor and blessing ten fold. The spell is ready here we go.” And with that they entered the house and the night of hell began.
“AHHHHH, NO, STOP, PLEASE!
Screams could be heard in the distance. The man was gagged by a sock in his mouth, hands and feet tied together in thick rope. One moment he was leaving the bathroom headed back to his room, the next he helpless, watching his wife being killed right in front of him. They had come in the dead of night. A small village in the northern regions of planet Frieza. A group of masked individuals had kicked in their bedroom door and tied up him and his wife right when he laid back down and closed his eyes. Throwing them to the ground they watched the group drag in their child. It was eight of them in total, and the first victim they started with was the child. A young male no older than about eight years old. Each one was dressed in hooded black cloaks. They each pulled a knife out of their pockets and stabbed the boy once. The puncture wounds were deep and unlike his parents, they did not gag the child's mouth. His screams filled the home as his parents watched their child bleed out in front of them.
The group hung him by his ankles and placed a bucket under him, catching the blood as it dripped. The parents groaned in agony, their pride and joy was just mutilated in front of them. Hung like meat from a fresh kill. This was worse than murder. As the bucket filled the boys blood drained slowly, eventually coming to a stop. One of the members of the group grabbed the bucket and began collecting the knives from each member dropping each one in the bucket one by one. Before the man could come to terms with what just happened to his son, one of the other members grabbed his wife by the hair and drug here where the bucket had sat collecting her son's blood. The one with the bucket placed it in the corner and dipped his arm in it. Blood covered up to his elbow walked to the wife and began drawing a circle around her. She screamed as loud as she could even through the gag. Small droplets of blood dripped on her as her son's lifeless body slightly swinging back and forth.
The circle was complete, the group gathered around raising their arms towards the center of the circle. The one who collected the blood spoke coldly. “Please, accept these three souls. Gathered unwillingly by the hand of the host. The woman shook her head in disapproval in a last attempt to plead for her Life. The man walked back to the bucket and grabbed a knife out of it. He walked back to the body and stabbed her in her side, sliding between her hips and took his place back in the circle. The next member walked to the body, pulled the knife out and then stabbed her again on the other side. The group repeated this until everyone had stabbed her once. Holes riddled throughout her abdomen she bleed out quickly. The blood filled the circle, magicly non spilled outside. Almost as if the son's blood circle created a barrier stopping the mother's blood from exiting. As the women bleed the circle filled and once she was dead it began to glow bright red. The circle then went black. Even though the room was dark the circle glowed in a way.
It looked as though the gates to hell were open, as fire could be seen on the other side and screams began to fill the room. The man couldn't comprehend why this was happening. He was crying and laughing at the same time. He was losing his mind. The room began to spin and his vision blurred. Eventually everything went black. He hoped that he was passing out, that whatever was happening would end but to his discomfort the screamed got louder. He was now able to identify the sounds. It was his wife and son, screaming and pleading. He started to hear their voices more clearly by the second as if he was in the same gates of hell with them. “Honey please, why are you doing this! It's not too late please just stop. No wait please. No BABY! NOOOOOOO! AHHHH!” She screamed. The man tried to open his eyes but they felt open already. “ its a bad dream, it's not real.” He chanted calmly to himself but with no effect. He continued to hear his wife screams until eventually it was quiet. Vision slowly started to come back.
The man was on his knees, his child hung upside down from the ceiling blood dripping from multiple stab wounds. Blood still freshly dripping from his neck.. His wife stabbed multiple times in her stomach, laying in a pool of blood. The blood was on the walls, windows, and splattered all over the floor. The man looked down, his knees soaked in blood and in his hand was a knife. He looked around the room and there was no one in site. The group had vanished. “No, no, no ,no ,no”!” The man shrieked as he dropped the knife in horror.”What did I do?” He thought to himself. “Hurry before the seal is broken!” The voice whispered. The man heard it coming from behind him. He grabbed the knife from off the floor and turned around. “Show yourself!” He said slicing blindly into the darkness, but no one was there. The man turned back around to his dead family and dropped to his knees.
Emptiness filled his soul. It was just a thought, but he couldn't stop himself from proceeding. It felt as though he had no control over his body, but he didnt care. Not anymore, at that point nothing mattered anymore. The man placed the knife point to his own neck, and thrusted forward. He quickly snatched it out and dropped to the floor. As his life began to fade, out of the corner of his eye he stared into the corner where the bucket once was, which had mysteriously vanished. He saw two sets of feet from the little light in the room. As his eyes rolled to the back of his head his vision faded to black and was overcome with the feeling of being underwater. As he allowed himself to calm he could hear them speak.
“Only a few more sacrifices to go and we can proceed with phase two. Is your boss prepared?” One voice spoke to the other. “Lord Kuriza vowed to help with your.” He paused, Endeavors, for your pledge of loyalty to him when you succeed. He is aware of what phase two is and welcomes it, willingly.” The other man spoke back. “And when will I be meeting this Lord Kuriza? Hard to take someone's word when he always sends someone else.” The first voice spoke back firmly. “In due time, Lord Kuriza is off handling delicate measures to ensure your plans success.. And because such efforts are in place, we have asked for your discretion.” “Discretion.” The first voice mocked. “Of course, what a politician.” He responded coldly. “A politician exactly!” the second voice said. “And what are you his errand boy or something?” The first voice asked. The second voice laughed. “I am much more than just that my good sir,I am the great Lord Kuriza’s faithful Liaison. Farrow! And about our payment in exchange for our. Cooperation?” Farrow asked politely; “Yes, yes ten of our men to join your Dojo and pledge their allegiance to Lord Frost, in a show of good faith.”
The two men continued to talk as if they forgot about the man dying hearing every word, still confused on how this happened. It was over now, his mind would never rest at ease as he died with eyes wide, blood gushing from his neck. Farrow looked down at the man's body. It was nothing personal, just a necessary evil to achieve his Lord's dreams. In Farrow's mind there was no good. No bad, nor good or evil. Just the next mission. The next goal. Farrow had a one track mind, forward by any means necessary. Kuriza specifically asked for this arrangement as part of a larger scheme. It wasn’t Farrow's place to ask questions. It was his job to be the answer. “Lord Kuriza will be pleased. I will be in contact soon to collect our payment, don't go too far, okay? Farrow said as he walked to the door. “Of course, you know where i will be.” The man responded watching Farrow walk out the door. Farrow looked up into the night sky and took a deep breath. “Guess I'll head back to the Dojo, everything Lord Kuriza asked those worthless grunts to do should be completed. Hell the infirmary, and gym expansions should be done as well by now. They better be better at building then they are fighting because if i get back and that project is not complete It will be me they have to worry about not Lord Kuriza.” Farrow took off in a fury leaving a trail of ki along the way.