Published May 18, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 27

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Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.




The Factory

The last day.

The factory closed down two decades after I first walked through its doors. It wasn't our rotten masters' personality flaws, but the competition that killed Lynch textiles.

Several other companies had created machines that could thread ten times faster than ours, making it impossible to compete. The Underworld was changing, becoming more industrial, and thanks to Malcolm's son we soon fell behind.

Malcolm Jr. resembled his uncle Frederick more than his father. He was a tall man with dark red hair and too many teeth. He was nowhere near as terrible as his uncles, but was young, inexperienced, and had little interest in running the factory after his father's death. He had no choice but to gradually sell off souls and equipment as the company sunk into bankruptcy.

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Published May 07, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 26

Story Summary 

Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.






Hade's Teeth
Not so long ago.

I huddled behind the rock as another spell crashed against it. That one was strong enough to leave a dent, but not powerful enough to break through.

How did they find me?

I traveled to the most remote and dangerous place I knew. Taking extra care to cover every trace of my existence, and yet they still tracked me down like there was a magical force I couldn't escape.

The snow crunched under the feet of those bastards as they gradually moved closer. I pulled a knife from my back pocket and held it between trembling hands. Ready to throw it at their heads if I had to.

"I can do this, I can do this, I can do this," I muttered like a mantra.

I had to remain calm and focused. I couldn't afford to let my thoughts run astray.

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