Published October 22, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 39

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.







Another Damned Soul Market

One week later.

After years of being passed from master to master, I'd inevitably become an expert in Soul Markets.

It wasn't difficult.

No matter where they sent me it was always the same.

Same cheap stone building full of badly lit hallways and rusty cages. Same dark stone floors which had never been scrubbed. Same disregard for beings like me.

The smart managers would always cram as many souls into a cage as possible. New produce to the front, and the broken and crazy in some corner at the back.

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Published October 15, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 38

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.







The Hotel

Thirty Years Later.

A young soul in an immaculate black suit dashed down a dark corridor. Eyes wide in terror, well greased hair quickly unraveling. He kept nervously glancing over his shoulder, like some terror would spring out to consume him, but there was nothing there but rusty pipes and crumbling stone walls.

He didn't slow down until he reached the boiler room.

Relief crossed his face for one moment (and the fool actually laughed) before his right leg suddenly froze like it was glued to the floor.

He lunged forward. Then quickly regained his balance before falling. Frantically tugging on his leg which refused to budge.

"And where do you think you're going?" I asked from the steel walkway above him.

His gaze shot upwards and his mouth dropped open in horror. Eyes flickering between my bored expression, and the other four souls laughing beside me.

That idiot made strange choking sounds (as though trying to form words) but his fear made it impossible for any sound to come out.

I leaped from the railing and landed on the ground before him without faltering. Then slowly and steadily strolled towards the soul. A long drawn out approach was the best way to increase their fear. "Somebody's been doing things they aren't supposed to," I sang. "Haven't they, Mr. Boilerman?"

"Please," he begged like he wasn't yet broken enough. "There must be some mistake!"

My hand hit him with just enough force to knock him onto his back. I then stepped onto his face to hold him down.

"A mistake, huh?" I laughed.

"Of course!" he cried and struggled against my foot.

"Then it's a shame that I was told that it was you who's been attempting to undermine me. That it was you who's been disrespecting orders. And that it was you who's been holding secret meetings behind my back."

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Published October 09, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 37

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.








Spots sat there with his eyes wide in surprise. "Just because you leave this world, doesn't mean that the other side will be any better."

"I know that."

"Then stay."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

I sighed. "I'm so tired, Spots."

"Of what?"

"Everything. Being here. Having to do whatever they want. Watching everyone I like die or be ripped away, until I'm always alone. I can't do it anymore." It was then that I was hit by a brilliant idea. My hand extended out towards him. "You can come too. If you want."

Spots silently stared at my hand for a moment, as though seriously considering my offer, but then looked away and yawned. "Thanks, but no thanks. I haven't given up yet. I know that there's gotta be at least one good person out there waiting for me. I'm never gonna meet them if I die here."

"Suit yourself," I muttered and took a step forward.

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