Published December 21, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 44


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.



I couldn't sleep well that evening. My thoughts kept me awake. Partially because I was reminded that my mistress' death would inevitably come, and also because I'd begun to reflect.

When I was alone, and all was quiet, I thought of everything I'd seen and done. Alistair's mansion, the factory, the war, the souls who I tormented myself. I was once in their position, and knew exactly how it felt, yet I still broke their fighting spirit and used them to get what I wanted.

Perhaps I was just as bad as Foreman and all his sick friends.

"Oh, Ethan, you should have known that once you went that far, you'd never be able to live with yourself," echoed Alistair's voice from a dark corner of my room.

But I looked to see nothing there.

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Published December 08, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 43


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.






After centuries of disappointment and broken promises, I was surprised that Josephine followed through with her word.

Her lessons began the following evening. She pulled me from the kitchen (away from washing dishes) and escorted me into the sitting room. There she sat me down at a small writing desk with a large pile of tattered books.

I wanted to ask if she'd lost her mind, but I was curious to see how long my new mistress could be bothered following through with her promises.

"It's been a while since I taught anyone." Josephine nervously paced around the room while flipping through a textbook so old that it was handwritten. "How much do you already know?"

"Only a little," I said. "Just bits and pieces that I picked up while serving other masters."

"Then it's probably best to begin with the basics." She put the book down on the desk, then passed me a sheet of paper and an ink pen. "You'll probably need these too."

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