Chaos Blade

Inside the national museum a strange sword that contains ominous power resides in a glass case. The legends say that the sword is cursed, bonded with an evil spirit that feeds on the soul. The wielder is said to become corrupt with their desires and wishes. The sword feeds off of that desire and exhausts the user's life source with each awakening. The sword is said to be forged by angels and then corrupted by the power and darkness of sin. Demons of the underworld have said to have enchanted it with the curse. With this sword people believe it has the power to rule the world but that is what the stories say. None of this could be true but, only time will tell.

Inside the museum a group of people in dark robes had broken inside the museum. One of the hooded figures leading them is giving certain instructions to the others.

"After we break the case and retrieve the relic we run straight for our designated exit."

One of them was concerned, "What do we do about the guards?"

"We kill on sight. Leave no survivors. This is all for the Glory of God. We must have sacrifices in order to purge the world of this awful mess."

All of them nodded in agreement.

As they proceeded to the religious artifacts section of the museum. One of them notices a guard, patrolling the perimeter.

"This one is mine"

One of them whips out a concealed knife from under their cloak and immediately slits the guards throat. With speed and swiftness the guard couldn't process what had just happened. He falls on the floor gasping for air as his throat spills his blood.

The hooded knife-wielder takes off her hood to reveal a woman with straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She then takes the knife and licks the blood clean. She stares at the dying guard with a sadistic look, almost as if she enjoyed his suffering. She puts her hood back on and returns to the group.

Soon after the spokesperson of the group was signaling other members to disable each of the alarms in and around the museum.

When they rendezvoused at the entrance of the religious artifacts section they noticed it was completely unguarded.

"We are finally here. Now the moment of truth." said so-called leader of the group.

When they approached the blade they removed their hoods. Amongst the group were showed a group of young people including the blonde woman and an older man with long white hair presumably in his mid thirties.

The were in awe but the sword was secured in a case that had a thick glass covering. The white haired man then asked a member to give him something. One of them was wearing a strap that held an axe behind his back. He then gave the axe to the him and who then swung at the glass case. It took a couple of swings but he was able to penetrate the glass to reveal the sword. The sword itself was a sight to behold. The sword was laid on red velvet padding. The sword itself had a jet black scabbard with a solid gold hilt and pommel. There was writing on the blade but it was in ancient writing that neither of them could understand.

The white haired man picked up the blade. Upon closer inspection the writing was embedded into the blade. For a brief moment he could feel an ominous force take control of his body he could feel something evil as held the blade. He dropped the blade in its case and the evil feeling went away.

He started laughing. "The power of the blade is finally in my hands. I tasted the power. It consumed me it overwhelmed me and for a second, I was a little winded."

He smirked. "This is all for the glory of God."

All of a sudden ringing began echoing in the museum. It broke the silence and they all looked at one of the group members.

One young man with short brown hair was confused. "What's going on? I thought I disabled the alarm already."

"It looks like you didn't. Dumbass." A black haired member said in frustration.

The leader didn't care. He was excited, it looked like he wanted it to happen. He picked up the blade once more and said. "Let them come. I want to see what this blade can do."

He could feel the evil force grip his entire being just holding the sword. He then felt an enormous amount of power flowing through him. He felt unstoppable.

They all watched the entrance of the religious artifacts section in the dark as they waited for what wanted to protect this blade.

Five security guards began pouring into the entrance of the artifacts section. They each armed themselves with a firearm which is kinda of unusual for the circumstance. The chief guard emerged from the crowd with a megaphone. "We have got you surrounded. Please remove the artifacts from your hands and place your arms behind your head."

The white haired man was laughing. He didn't care about his situation. The evil force took over and his arm it was then surrounded by black markings from the blade. His eyes turned red and blood started seeping out of the blade.

"There is no need for that nonsense. The blade is calling to me...it hungers for more blood."

In an instant one of the guard's head was separated from his body. The blood splattered onto the other guards as they had no time to react. The guard began emptying their gun into the man but, he deflected it all. The chief guard called for back up and this time people in black suits and sunglasses armed with military grade weapons came pouring into the entrance. In an instant the blade cut through them all even as they shot.

No one could even fathom the immense power of the blade as they stood to watch the horror that unfolded. The group hid behind the case as their leader ran rampant on his victims.

The bodies of the dead surrounded the leader. The blade was soaked in blood. The leader was in complete ecstasy by the power of the blade.

"This power is everything we imagined it would be. This sword will change the world." The leader exclaimed.

All of a sudden he dropped to his knees along with the blade. He was screaming in pain. The markings on his arm began to move, twisting and contorting. The blade removed the flesh from his body, leaving only bone on his right arm.

The leader was screaming even louder. "This is the price to pay for the blade. No...no....NOOOOOOO!!!!!"

His hopes and dreams begin to crumble before him. His world order coming to a close.

"I need this...am I not worthy...of this heaven-sent power. TELLL MEEE!!! Tell me." As he turned to the other group members who had an horrified expression on their faces.

The blonde haired woman approached their leader and said, "Your sacrifice will not be in vain. We will shoulder your hopes and dreams. We promise you."

A sound of steps can be heard in their silence. In the darkness of the museum entrance a figure interrupted their heartfelt remarks. A beautiful woman in heels dressed in a uniform entered. She was accompanied by a younger woman with glasses. She looked almost like her sister. She was carrying a pair of pistols in her hand.

"Well, Well, Well? Looks like we got a couple of rats sneaking into the museum," the older woman said.

The leader was in a state of fear. He was in so much pain that he was struggling to get up, with the lost of his right arm. He reached for the blade with his left hand but before he could reach for it the woman stepped on his arm that still had flesh.

"Awww... you can still move after that show you put on. Well tell you what, the blade is not yours," she said with a smirk on her face.

She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. He then was then sitting on his knees. "I've seen enough."

She turned to the girl with glasses.

"Yes Ma'am." The young girl silently obeyed.

She made a gesture with her hand, stroking her finger across her neck. She looked at the leader and gave a big smile.

"Understood" She gave a cold response that sent chills down the leader's spine.

She walked towards the leader and put one of her pistols to his forehead. The leader was screaming and wailing.

In his final moments he yelled at the blonde haired woman. "Take the blade and run. You will not let our dreams die."

The woman was holding back her tears. She wiped her face with her robes and told the to prepare a binding seal.

"Suppress the blade with a sealing spell."

Two members performed a chant that emitted a bright light to seal the blade's power temporarily. As soon as that was finished, another member wrapped the blade in some cloth and proceeded to find an exit. One of the members were able to find an emergency exit behind the case. They proceeded to scramble for the exit fearing for their lives.

"The rats are scattering. That's fine we'll find them soon enough." The beautiful woman watched them run.

The leader was ready for his execution. He closed his eyes and mumbled a prayer.

"Go and meet your God." The woman said as she looked down on the shell of a man.

[Gunshots]

His lifeless body fell to the floor amongst the many others that laid in front of the exhibit.

"What a terrible mess. Let's go I got what I wanted."

"Understood," The young woman said reluctantly.

They left the religious artifact exhibit scene in shambles. All you could see was the broken case of the blade and the bodies of dead, bullet holes in artifact cases and myriad of blood splatter all throughout. The museum was once again quiet, so quiet that you could hear something moving possibly a rat scurrying around.

The blade was indeed powerful. It left nothing but power and destruction in its wake. The blade was left in the hands of that group of misfits in dark robes. Their leader dead and blade that no one would touch. They needed to find a way to control the blade. The echoes of their leader's dying wish would ring in their minds as the group figure out a way to utilize the blade for their own purpose.