Putting my bat on their foreheads to check if the energy was more corrupted than it was looking. But I saw that the remnants of those messy energies started to clear from them, but only one thing was still shocking me: 'How the fuck did this asshole manage to lift his seal?'
Well, I guess I couldn't even call it 'bat' anymore but rather by its real name, 'Raktavardhan Rakshasa!' Well, this creep's name might sound very long and kind of complicated, but his creepiness surely deserves this name. But I still mostly called him, by the name of 'Vardhan.'
As this guy's story was more like the more he eats, the hungrier he gets, and his bloodlust just keeps increasing, and just like his name suggests, he was a bloodlusty demon who has no limit to his lust for blood and slaughter.
He craves nothing but slaughter, and its story was also pretty complicated, because this bat wasn't cursed from the beginning; at first it was a normal bat of an average baseball player, and the player had such great passion for his bat that he never accepted insults about it from anyone, no matter how or who spoke ill about it.
He would rush towards them and give them a real good beating, so mostly his life was much like a thug's, and he only ever cared for his bat, but things surely were not that easy in his life, as his life was filled with tragedies because people mocked and bullied his passion, his hobby of playing baseball, and his craziness for his bat.
And this bullying and mocking started to grow every day, and soon people started to mock him everywhere—on social media, in the alleys, everywhere. Feeling tired from all these things, he tried to file a police complaint, but due to his reputation of being a thug and a troublemaker, the police officers didn't pay much attention to his problem, but rather, instead of thinking thoroughly, they just kept warning him instead.
And even showing them the proof of social media accounts wasn't enough, and they thought that it was pretty common to joke around online, but after some forceful requests, they wrote a complaint and told him to live by staying out of trouble.
Soon he started to even feel frustration from his own bat; the bat he cherished most in life started to feel heavy in his hands, and due to his immense attachment to it, and being an orphan wasn't an easy way for him, and every moment he tried to cool down, he was again and again reminded how empty he was without his bat.
Despite knowing he wasn't weak in any way, he was feeling like he was getting crushed by his own bat, and every time he looked at his bat, he was reminded of the pressure he was in and how great his bat was to crush his own buddy to such a point!
Finding it amusing, he started to leave it behind and started to hit everyone who dared to even mention him or his bat, and the rage and madness made him way too shallow to feel anything but the wish to crush everyone!
But he still had a friend that he always cared about, and whenever he was around him, he always felt complete and cared about more than anything else.
So that was the only place that was left for him to enjoy the luxury of life. So one day, he went to his house and thought about meeting him, but the moment he thought that the guy he called his friend was really his friend, he lost the game.
He saw that his only friend was hanging out with his enemies or the people who started to mock him, so finding it odd, he decided to follow him and see if what he was thinking was right or if these people were just forcing him to join them.
While following them, he heard a few things that started to make his blood boil, and his mind again started to feel, surely, that he had broken every limit he had left in him.
Soon he heard those people talking with his friend: "Hey, how can you even maintain friendship with that psycho? Don't you feel disgusted around him? All he does is just swing his bat and hang around him like his most dear life!"
Hearing it, his friend gave a disgusting expression while speaking in an annoyed tone: "What the fuck are you even saying, creep?
How can you even think of that psycho as my friend? That creep just always hangs on me and always bosses me around, like I am his dear buddy or something. In reality, I feel disgust whenever he comes in front of me; I can't even properly breathe around that smelly bastard!"
Hearing his words, the people around him started laughing while speaking: "You surely are a sly one, first provoking everyone to tease him and then pretending to be his friend. But just why are you even playing with him like this?"
Hearing their words, the man's heart started to beat crazily while his friend spoke in a nasty, smirking tone: "It's pretty simple; I never liked him, nor did I ever think of him as a friend, but he was more like a clown to me—a person who I meant to laugh at; seeing him frustrated and mad excites me most.
I can't explain this feeling, but whenever I see him struggling and suffering, it gives me a strange kind of comfort that I never get from anything else; hearing his screams and his misery pleases me, and I enjoy his suffering!"
Hearing it made him feel betrayed, and while the rage started to take over him, he thoughtlessly rushed towards them and started swinging his bat, and like a disaster, he hit them with his bat, making them feel so suddenly vulnerable and leaving them nothing but terror.
Soon the screams started engulfing the entire area, while he was crushing everybody except for that single guy whom he once called his friend.
Just a few moments later, the floor was covered in blood and bodies of those people, but out of nowhere he felt a stab in his back.
Feeling such a sudden attack pushed him off his guard. Such a sudden stab was aching enough to make his head spin.
But he tried to look at the guy who stabbed him in the back. Seeing the face of the person, his entire mind turned blank; the person he thought dearer than his bat betrayed him by stabbing a sharp blade in his back.
The feeling of being betrayed by the hands of someone this dear surely started corroding his mind, and his mind started to get blank.
And he hit that guy until the point where his body was looking like nothing more than a pulp, while he died while hitting his friend till his last breath.
After a few hours, police came and cleared the area, but the moment anyone tried to touch the bat, they became insane and started killing everybody around them while causing havoc in the entire area.
Soon countless deaths started to take place all around the area, but no other weapon was found; rather, the baseball bat was the only thing that was found on a pile of corpses.
Soon after many incidents, the bat was declared as cursed, and many shamans and priests tried to exorcise it or depose it but failed miserably, while few people managed to reduce its effects by sacrificing many lives to create a seal for it.
And 2 years back, I was called by some people to exorcise this very same bat, and due to my strange curiosity and the amount of money, I decided to visit it, and when I reached there, I felt a strange kind of familiarity with it, as it had the same bloodlust as me.
So I took a deep breath while getting ahold of it, and the moment I grabbed it, an insane amount of dark aura radiated from it, while others were insanely shocked by my carelessness and were ready to attack me at any moment but saw me getting comfortable with it without losing myself.
They had a pretty nasty look of terror while leaving the bat with me. and that's how I got this bat and a name printed in my mind: 'Raktavardhan Rakshasa!'.
When I held my bat for the first time, I saw a person, who was blankly staring at me, wishing to say something. While my entire body was feeling like it was burning with immense bloodlust in me, it was strangely feeling comforting.
And the moment I took a stroke from it, my entire bloodlust started to feel more controlled and denser.
I felt as if it was waiting for me, and from that moment on, we hunted countless spirits and countless people like mad dogs, reaping the streets with terror.