An Extra's POV: My Three Fiancees Hate Me-Chapter 181: All your fault.

River’s father walked toward the door of Dark’s smithy. He asked the boys to stand back as he knocked.

There was no response. A few seconds went by. He knocked again. A few seconds went by, yet no response.

"Is he not in?" Rudy asked.

"No, he is," their father responded and knocked again.

This time he heard the door unlock and slowly open. Lucas stood there, looking right at the Baron.

"Lord Grave, what brings you to our establishment?" Lucas spoke in a tone that was vastly different from before.

He spoke with respect, yet sharp and confident.

"Is your master in?" their father asked.

"Yes, he is. Come in," Lucas said, speaking calm and confident. He stepped inside and allowed the Baron in. The boys walked in behind.

The shop was the same—weapons and armors stacked around. A warm glow came from the back, the crackle of flames and the resounding of a hammer hitting metal filled the air.

He took a deep breath, signaling both boys to stand back. He walked toward the back.

He saw Dark hunched over, his massive broad back glistening with sweat, his muscles tensing with every swing he made.

"The young Richard Von Grave," Dark spoke. He stopped hammering, his hands still lifted in the air.

"It’s been years," Richard said.

"For you, that is. I, on the other hand, have watched you grow and seen you take over the town.

You’ve done well to certain extents. I’m sure your father would be proud," Dark said and swung his hammer.

Clang

"He trained me well, and so did you. And right now, I need your help to keep the town safe," Richard said.

"The demonized," Dark muttered.

"You already know about the situation," Richard said.

"Hmmm, fighting demonized... I didn’t think I’d have anything to do with the demonized again, but I guess I was wrong. Fate has a way of roping us into things," Dark said and got on his feet, placing the incomplete sword into a drum of water.

He turned and looked at Richard. "You have a son that reminds me of me—Riven. He came here some time ago to get a sword," he said.

Richard recalled the sword that Riven had, when a look of realization formed on his face.

"You made his sword? I always knew his sword was special, and only someone of your caliber could make something like that," Richard said.

"No, I didn’t make that sword. It was given to me by someone very important, and that person asked that I hand that sword to someone worthy—and your son turned out to be the one.

The kid is special, you should know by now, but that’s something for another time. Now let’s go and take care of the enemy," Dark said. He pulled out a shirt from his ring and wore it before taking out a massive black greatsword, almost six feet long and half the width of a normal human.

Richard’s gaze lingered on the sword for a few seconds. Then he looked up at Dark. "We need to meet Lady Emily as well... and the drunkard," he said.

"Hmmm, true. But it might be hard to convince that drunkard. He is a real stubborn old man. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll head out to help your father—I can already tell he will be out there on the battlefront," Dark said.

"You know him too well. He refused to allow me take the lead," Richard said with a smile.

[.... ]

The boy shivered when Luke stared at him. He froze, unable to take another step, as if he stared into death.

Luke smiled when he saw the boy, and then attacked with a tendril. Riven dashed forward. He leaped and pushed the boy out of the way just before the tendril reached.

The tendril slammed into Riven’s stomach, leaving a very deep cut and sending him flying, blood spraying in the air. Riven gritted his teeth, wrapped his stomach with both arms before he slammed into the ground, rolled, and hit a tree.

Luke didn’t stop there. He attacked the boy again. The tendril hit the boy in the shoulder and cut through—almost removing the entire arm.

The boy cried out in pain. His leg was broken, there was no way he was running away, and now the attack had taken one arm. His breathing became heavy and pained. Tears streamed down his eyes.

Riven watched from a distance. He struggled to get back on his feet, but the pain was immense—he couldn’t get up quickly.

But he needed to save this boy, no matter what. He couldn’t just allow him to get killed here. He gritted his teeth, about to use the twenty seconds of The One Loved by Chaos, but as he was making the decision, he heard the sound of flesh being ripped.

He looked up and saw the horror—the boy’s head had been cleanly ripped off. Luke threw the body aside, not caring about it anymore. Riven stared at the body on the ground, and for the first time ever, the death of someone in this world gripped his heart. He stared at the body, his heart beating faster.

"This is all your fault," Luke suddenly spoke. He pointed at Riven.

"Had you not cheated and taken what belonged to me, no one would have died. Look at what you have created.

You caused me pain. You caused this boy pain—and all for your convenience. You bring pain to everyone. You deserve to die for what you do," Luke said.

Riven heard those words, and they rang true. All he had done was bring pain and more pain—even before coming to this world.

’Had I not been alive, Mum would not have needed to put up with Dad. Had I not been, she would have been alive.

My presence here has only brought one issue after another. If I had allowed things to go the way they were supposed to, Luke would have never turned into this creature.

It’s all my fault. Mine. Should I be here? Should I be here causing more pain for people that already had their perfect lives written out for them? What right do I have to be playing God with their lives and manipulating it for my own satisfaction?’

Riven’s head filled with thoughts. He couldn’t get the voices out of his mind, and they kept screaming at him, telling him that he was only causing people pain.

Luke saw that Riven was distracted, and then he attacked. Tendrils shot through the air, ready to end Riven. But then, out of nowhere, bolts of lightning came and slammed into the tendrils, vaporizing them instantly.

Luke’s eyes widened in shock, and when he looked up, he saw Sofia standing there, breathing heavily, sweat covering her face.

She looked at Riven. "Riven, snap out of it! We need you here!" she yelled. Her voice reached his ears, and like a switch, he came alive.

’That’s Sofia’s voice... she needs me?’ Riven thought. He remembered the reason he was doing this now—to fight for those that were dear to him. He recalled why he was fighting against the plot—to make sure that all of them were safe.

And also, to make sure that frozen fish knew that there was a better way to go with his story—to give him the middle finger.

For those reasons and those reasons alone, he had been striving. And despite the mistakes that he had made, he was still going, and he would still keep going no matter what.

Sure, he had changed things and caused others pain, but he was willing to go the extra mile to ensure that what he fights for comes to pass.

Riven’s eyes focused back on Luke. He gritted his teeth and got into a stance.

"I may not be a good person. I may have a lot of blood on my hands. But I’m not dying or giving up until I give the biggest fuck you to frozen fish," Riven said and shot forward at full speed.

He immediately activated The One Loved by Chaos, and the moment he did, his power became limitless for the next twenty seconds.

He had to use this time and win—no matter what. He would take Luke down here and now. He would destroy his own mistake. It was his job to do.