Every interaction, breath, and even thought creates a bond to something. A bond could be a karmic bond, string, chains, or even sand. Bonds are both the most fundamental and most complex things in the universe. Even at an atomic level molecules have bonds holding atoms together. When a cat swats at a string that string, the cat, the air, even the very concept of swating are now bonded together just like water in one's hand. It’s fleeting but real. All things are connected in incomprehensible ways, but they all come back to one thing: The Bondforge. The bondforge bot is and isn’t, is both everything and nothing, it is bonds. So, someone who acts upon those bonds is someone who attempts to comprehend the very concepts of reality.

  “So, can you do the job?” Brad hated when people asked these questions. Not only are they meaningless, but the very concept of doubt and weakness attaches to them, and by extension Brad. Questions like this are akin to strings one can break easily, but the moment hundreds are wrapped around oneself they no longer have any power over whether they are affected or not.

  Brad had since learned that avoiding answering this question gave the least negative bonds among which was evasion which was quite handy when you need to dodge a sword. “Curses are just another bond, the only reason why they are so hard for healers to act upon is that their very existence preserves them.”

  “So can you do it or not?!” Another awful question!

  “The best way to take care of a curse is to simply sever the many bonds of self preservation, growth, power, and persistence. From there the curse is as bad as a cold, and the only thing that makes it worse is believing that it is harmful.”

  “Now that’s just silly, the curse can’t get worse from us thinking it will!” They really liked attaching those annoying bonds!

  “Why do you think soldiers can win a war when their families believe in them? Why do you think that people that an entire nation who wishes dead suddenly has a heart attack? It’s because thoughts affect the world just as much as stabbing a person with a knife does. People just don’t have the mental strength to kill people that easily.” There was always one nice thing about having to explain bonds: Increased bondage of trust, knowledge, wisdom, and power.

  “I… See. Are you willing to come with us now? The lady is in dire circumstances.” Now Brad knew the girl had no chance of dying, as the man held no irregular bonds of death signifying more than the simple passage and death of cells, but Brad had nothing else to do.

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  “Alright we should leave immediately. further terms can be discussed after the work is done.” Brad said this with a smiling face as he had learned that people appreciated when he smiled.

  Stepping out of the horse pulled carriage Brad was welcomed by a large manor with dark undertones. The only thing that lit the previously bright house being a short daisy breaching the stone steps leading into the manor. “Right this way sir,” a servent of the house said leading Brad through the cold debilitated gate. The inside of the house was only moderately more inviting with red carpet covering the floor. By this point Brad had a feel for the bonds of the building, and they weren't great. They consisted of simple bonds of stale, cold, and probably the most surprising empty.

  Now normally it wouldn't be strange for a house this size to have the bond of empty, but this house was filled to the brim with dark bookshelves, vases, tables, and other space consuming items. Finally, the two stopped at a large double door with the words engraved on it, “Eryline Martinsfeild”.

  “Is this the room?” Brad asked mostly to be polite for he could tell that it was the room.

  “Indeed sir,” the man said opening the right hand side, “go on ahead and start the procedure. The head will soon arrive.” With that he walked away.

  The following room was glamorous in a way that was excessive to the point that the bond of power and color persisting throughout the whole room. Only one place in the room was genuinely plain and it was in the center of the back wall. A bed with brown sheets and black frame. The bond of joy, pain, and vampirism clouding the surrounding air.

  Brad had always found curses strange. One can't just get rid of them by severing the bond like you could do with other ailments, instead you need to attach bonds to the curse until it evens out. The strangest thing is that they are sapient meaning that they can develop, and become independent beings. Now this usually could take decades occasionally this could happen in even faster amounts of time with various means of help.

  This was not one of these cases. The curse was a simple whelp who had just started to feast. Brad walked over to the simple bed. A man walked into the room, likely the 'head' referred to earlier. "To start this procedure I first need to cut off your daughters mind from her body. It's not harmful, but I still need to ask because it can cause trauma."

  Now that Brad looked at the man he was surprised by the pure angles of the mans face. His face was built like a square until it got to his nose where it jutted out like a pike stuck into the ground. "I don't really care as long as it gets this... Problem over with." This wasn't the first time Brad had seen this. A noble has several children each for a role, and the youngest ends up being unneeded, and expensive.

  Brad had to attach the bond of anchor to his soul and the girls soul, and then sever the bond of anchor from her body. Now this may seem complicated, but its not harder than taking out a splinter, it takes some effort but not enough to cause issues. After that was when everything got difficult. Even at such a early state of the curse it will have connecting to every part of the body meaning hours of tedious work breaking bonds isolating the bonds so they will die off, and repeat. Even after doing that Brad would not be done, because part of the process was starving the vampirism part of the curse otherwise it would take years to die out. The man that walked in came and went often with different women each time who seemed a proper age to be his other daughters.

  When Brad had finished with the curse he went to reattach the soul of the girl, but... Brad could find the girls soul as it seemed his mind had gotten tired. Fear ran over Brad. He had failed in the most awful way. She would live out the rest of her years with no control floating within the bondforge.