Power of Desire

"My name is Sultan... don't forget your place, ok, face stealer?"

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That was the beginning of Conrad's torture.

Sultan began to grin, "Hey, what's wrong little face stealer? Are you going to say something?"

Conrad stood there frozen from fear… he wanted to move his body, but he was unable to.

"Aww, that's too bad. Looks like face stealer's broken…."

Splash

A glass of ice-cold lemonade began dribbling down Conrad's face as chunks of ice dropped to the floor, but he was helpless to move. He could not do anything. There had been many times when Conrad had fought back. However, he had taken Sultans' ability too lightly. Before he knew if he had been put in a time loop, he was unable to even touch Sultan. This was followed by Conrad falling to the floor and gaining a concussion.

Slap!

Conrad began to hear a sudden ringing in his ear.

"Is my little face stealer going to say something… I'm starting to lose interest."

Sultan then activated his ability causing a time loop of him slapping Conrad. Of course sultan had made time continue flowing for Conrad's body leaving bruised cheeks and swollen lips because of the repeated slapping

over and over, the loop continued for little over a 1 minute but it had felt like hours for Conrad.

Conrad could feel the rage boiling within him after each slap was repeated. He had been pulled by the hair, punched, and had been beaten almost to death. When he had been to the point of death, Sultan had rewound time to a state before his beating, only to beat him up again.

Of course Conrad's mom wasn't there. she never was.

'I never wanted this! It's not like I chose this face!!' Conrad grit his teeth.

After years of this torture Conrad had finally had enough.

'I will not be put down anymore! If I can just punch his face once, then I will be satisfied… no, I want him to suffer, I want him to feel my pain, I want him to lose the position he holds over me.' As if responding to Conrad's rage, he heard a voice in his head.

[Do you truly wish for more power?]

Conrad was surprised… 'maybe, the adrenaline is making me hear things…' he thought.

[Do you wish for more power?? I don't have all day, kid.]

Conrad remembered the lack of control he had in his life. He wanted to get back at Sultan and all those who wronged him at school… he wanted an everyday life. Still, he knew more than anyone that having power meant losing his ability to have a life like that.

After everything he had been through, Conrad hated the fact that he was helpless. He had no control over his life, and at the rate, things were going, it was hopeless to hope for something ordinary.

'I need power! I need power! I need power!' the words raced in his mind.

[Wow… your desire is strong. I will give you the power you seek. Let's see how much you can handle... good luck!]

Suddenly a wave of power overflowed Conrad's body.

*****

Sultans POV

'Why isn't my ability working' sultan thought. It was weird that he was suddenly scared of Conrad. He had no ability and was an insult to his pride as a powerful trioid. When he was younger, he was always called powerful. However, once this face stealer showed up, all he ever heard was how weird it was that he had the same face. It was his fault, if he never existed, his dad wouldn't have disappeared from his life.

"You deserve to die… don't you think?" Conrad's voice almost sounded like he was talking twice. His calm but chilling voice sent cracks down the burgundy stained wood floor. Conrad's eyes showed a hint of relief, which only seemed to scare Sultan more.

'He's not even the same person...' Sultan thought, he knew he had to use his power, but he couldn't even move, let alone use his ability.

"You're c-crazy! What makes you think you can get away with that." Sultan had a drop of sweat going down his cheek… he must have looked pathetic right now.

Crazy laughter could be heard throughout the house as Conrad began to bend over hysterically, laughing.

"That was funny! I think I shed a tear…." Conrad mocked, wiping his right eye with his finger.

Conrads face returned to an unnatural calm as he held out his hand. "Now, any last words?"

Sultan gulped. He really was going to die to this trash.

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Conrad POV

Conrad was fueled with rage. He had more than enough power to deal with Sultan. As he held out his hand, he laughed hysterically.

"Die."

[Host has used more spirit power than he can handle hosts body will die if control is enforced]

[Does the host wish to still enforce this power?]

[Yes/No]

Konrad ignored the messages in his head. His mind was occupied with bloodlust to the point his conscious mind was no longer functioning. He had become a beast whose only sight was his prey before him.

If Konrad were to look in a mirror, however, he would have noticed his hair had been glowing an eerie blue the moment he had desired death on his enemy. Most importantly, large cracks appeared on his body, multiplying in size with each fracture. However, this was not on his mind because his focus was on one thing, Sultan.

Before he forced the power he had been given to make his desire come true, he received a message in his mind:

[You have 3 second till you die due to the amount of power used.]

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[You are dying]

"NO!!!" That was the most common exclamation a villain would say before being defeated by a hero. However, for Konrad, he truly felt those words deep in his heart. He had been so close to avenging all the trauma he had been put through.

With a final glare, Konrad, full of rage, pent-up desires, and anger, let out one final blow to Sultan, cutting his cheek with his fist before falling to the floor.

But as the darkness began to close in. Sultan stood over him, triumphant, his icy eyes gleaming with satisfaction despite a bleeding cheek.

"I told you, face stealer. You're no match for me," Sultan gloated, his voice echoing through the silent room.

And with that, Conrad's world turned black.

The voice in his head was silent, its presence fading into nothingness, leaving Conrad with a sense of dread and an overwhelming silence. As the darkness claimed him, a message was announced in the dark.

[You have died.]

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[The chaos grows]

[The chaos is impressed; the chaos wishes to have a conversation.]

[Chaos is submitting an appeal to the system]

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[Appeal Granted]

[Konrad is...]

Konrads consciousness went black.