Last lord of the 3rd eye

[The Spirits' New Strategy – Execution Begins]

The spirits floated invisibly around Jilpa as he walked through the school hallways. Their whispers, once scattered and chaotic, became focused and deliberate, targeting his deepest insecurities.

Spirit 1 (shadowy): Why do you even try? They'll never understand you. You're alone.

Spirit 2 (Genius): You've seen the way they look at you. They fear you. Maybe they're right to.

Spirit 3: How long before they turn against you? Why not act first?

Jilpa stopped in the middle of the hallway, his chest tightening. He could feel their presence growing stronger, like a weight pressing down on him.

[In the Classroom – Isolation Begins]

By lunchtime, the spirits' whispers had planted seeds of doubt and fear in Jilpa's mind. Rivaan tried to approach him, but Jilpa shrugged him off.

Rivaan: Yo, what's going on, man? You've been acting weird.

Jilpa (snapping): Nothing. Just leave me alone.

Rivaan raised his hands defensively, backing off.

Rivaan: Alright, chill. I'm just trying to help.

As Rivaan walked away, the serpentine spirit slithered into view, its green eyes gleaming.

Genius Spirit: See? Even your friends can't stand you. Push them further, and they'll leave for good.

Jilpa clenched his fists, trying to block out the voices, but their influence was relentless.

[The Dream – Twisting Reality]

That night, the spirits escalated their attack. As Jilpa drifted to sleep, they infiltrated his dreams, creating a vivid nightmare. He stood in a darkened classroom, surrounded by his classmates. One by one, their faces contorted into grotesque masks of hatred.

Classmates (chanting): You don't belong. You're a freak. You're cursed.

Suddenly, the Seven Deadly Sins appeared, their forms towering over him. Lust leaned in, her voice dripping with mockery.

Lust: You can't even resist us in your own mind. Pathetic.

Wrath's fiery presence loomed closer, his voice booming.

Wrath: You're weak, boy. And the weak deserve to be crushed.

Jilpa tried to run, but the floor beneath him melted into a black, sticky void. The spirits' laughter echoed all around him.

Jilpa (yelling): Stop! Just leave me alone!

[The Morning – Cracks Begin to Show]

When Jilpa woke up, his body was drenched in sweat, and his head throbbed. The whispers were quieter now, but the damage had been done. He avoided Rivaan and the other students, retreating into himself.

The spirits watched from the shadows, their plan unfolding perfectly.

Spirit 1: The cracks are forming. His mind is breaking.

Spirit 2: Soon, he'll surrender entirely. The sins will take what's left, and we'll be free of his threat.

The Genius spirit nodded approvingly, its eyes glinting with malice.

Genius Spirit: Patience, my brethren. The boy's end is near.

[The Beginning of Isolation – After School]

The bell rang, marking the end of the day. Jilpa grabbed his bag and bolted from the classroom, ignoring Rivaan's attempts to catch up with him. His head throbbed, the whispers from the spirits growing louder with every step.

Whispers: You can't run. We'll always be here.

He reached his house and slammed the door behind him, locking it. His parents weren't home—just as he'd hoped. Tossing his bag into the corner, Jilpa dragged himself upstairs and shut himself in his room.

[The First Night – The Torment Begins]

That evening, as Jilpa sat in the darkened room, the spirits grew bolder. Shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, their forms taking on twisted, demonic shapes.

Spirit 1: You've been marked. There's no escape now.

Spirit 2: The sins are already at work. You're nothing but a pawn in their game.

The whispers echoed endlessly, drowning out his thoughts. Jilpa tried to distract himself with his phone, but even the screen flickered with distorted images of the spirits.

When he finally drifted to sleep, the nightmares began.

[The First Death – The Mindscape]

Jilpa found himself in a warped version of his school. The walls dripped with black ooze, and the hallways stretched endlessly. He turned a corner and came face-to-face with a hulking spirit, its eyes glowing red.

Spirit (grinning): Run, little lamb.

Before he could react, it lunged at him. Jilpa felt claws tearing into his chest, the searing pain as real as anything he'd ever experienced. He screamed, his vision fading to black.

Moments later, he jolted awake, gasping for air. His body was intact, but the pain lingered like a phantom wound.

Jilpa (whispering): What... what was that?

[The Days Blur Together]

Each day, Jilpa locked himself in his room after school, avoiding his parents and Rivaan's texts. He barely ate, barely slept. The spirits tormented him in both the waking world and his dreams.

By the fourth day, their attacks grew more creative. The mindscape deaths became crueler—drowning in a sea of black ink, being crushed under mountains of bone, or set ablaze by ghostly flames.

Spirit 3: How many times can you die before you finally break?

[The Final Night – Day 14]

After two weeks of this relentless torment, Jilpa was no longer the same person. His eyes were sunken, his mind frayed. As he sat on the floor of his room, the shadows around him converged.

Spirit 1: It's time.

The spirits dragged him into the mindscape once more. This time, they didn't kill him outright. They surrounded him, taunting and jeering.

Spirit 2: You're nothing. Just a weak little boy playing a game you'll never win.

Something inside Jilpa snapped. A surge of energy erupted from his chest, flooding the mindscape with blinding light.

Jilpa (screaming): ENOUGH!

Chains burst from his back, glowing with an eerie, otherworldly energy. They lashed out, coiling around the spirits' necks and pulling them to the ground.

Spirit 3 (choking): The... Slave Chain...!

Jilpa stood, his eyes blazing with power.

Jilpa: You wanted to break me? Now, I'll crush you.

The chains tightened, crushing the spirits' forms into smidge of dark blood and organs until it turns into nothingness. As their screams faded, the mindscape shattered, leaving Jilpa standing alone in his room.

[Aftermath – A Dangerous Awakening]

The room was quiet now, the shadows gone. Jilpa's breathing was ragged, his body trembling from the release of power. The glowing marks of the Slave Chain slowly faded into his skin.

Jilpa (thinking): They won't torment me again. Not like this.

But as the silence settled, a new, deeper voice echoed in his mind.

Voice (unknown): You've taken the first step, boy. But the real battle is just beginning.

Jilpa clenched his fists, his fist hardening.

Jilpa (muttering): Let them come.

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