It's kind of funny…
How people think that they have done so much good within their lives…
Only to realize once their soul leaves their Earthly vessel, that they do not go to Heaven, or go to Hell either…
That they go into the dark veiled robes that surround my body, to roam with the other countless souls who are restless…
Eons and Eons, that is how it's been. Nothing more, nothing less. Wash, rinse, repeat. Some Ilet out, after i erase their memories, just to keep The Balance in check with what my Brothers tend to mess up.
Trust me, they tends to mess up quite a bit. I'm always the one who has fix it all up.
What? You thought that this was some kind of spiritual ramblings of a wannabe?
Wow…
The mortal race must have gotten really pathetic since my last interference with
them…
Let me tell you something, this isn't the book that you think it will be. There will not be a happy ending, an adventurous quest for love, or anything else like that for that matter. This is a "life account" of a certain event that happened to me long ago, you know, just so you can catch up to the present.
First, you need something to call me.
Everyone has a name to be called when they share their events from the books that I have read, so let's go with that.
I have had some amazing and illustrious nicknames within my time so far:
"The Carrier of Souls.."
"The Shadow of Death.."
"The Darkness of the Night.."
Then there were some… uninviting names… Let's not go there though....
What?
I have feelings too you know...
Anyways, let's get back to the subject.
There was a name that someone called me that really made me become partial to it.
That name is Christian…Christian Marik…
Yeah… I've always liked that name…
Had a lot of fun with that too, you might be able to read about it in here, if I think you handle it.
Anyways, now since you have something to call me, let us dive into the craziest encounter that I have had with a certain soul.
You see, there are times where the mortal concept called "feelings" happen to get in the way of doing my job, which causes me to sometimes make a "deal" with the soul to reanimate their vessel, using the most powerful feeling that they had before they passed.
Most of the time, it is Regret, which causes them to do everything they wanted to do on their "Bucket List" before they detach from their vessel again.
Other times it is Pleasure, or Isolation, which causes people to suddenly have some sort of a moral compass.
However, there are souls that MUST be collected, such as ones that are known to can cause extreme harm if they were to get out. That was always the Rule that Gaia gave me. One that no other being would dare ignore. Sometimes, the blinders of the Universe tend to make you not see what trouble follows when the Rule is broken.
How do I know that?...
Cause it all started long ago…