Published February 25, 2018 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 47




Story: 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

65th day on the run. 

I may have forgotten myself and given into despair, but it wasn't over. I could still pull myself together and become the unrelenting soul who I was weeks earlier. It didn't matter if my opponent was twice my size, or a thousand times stronger, I vowed to run and fight until the world ended.

The mountain cave was quiet, as though the delusions disappeared along with my self doubt. Sunlight filtered through the entrance. Illuminating the icy rocks and crevices so that the lighting spell by my feet was no longer needed.

I kicked the crystal from the paper before me, and the floating ball of yellow light disappeared. Small drops of ice dislodged from my leg which hadn't moved in days. I deposited the paper, crystal, and notebook back into my worn jacket, pulled myself to my feet, and made my way out of that hole.

I was ready to take on any challenge that they threw my way. Refusing to ever give into such crushing hopelessness again. My eyes gazed across the endless fields of glittering snow with a new sense of hope...Until I saw it. A thin trail of smoke rising up from a white hill in the distance. As though the owner fell asleep and forgot to extinguish the flames before the break of dawn.

There was only one person that such a fire could belong to.

The remaining Soul Market agent.

There was no way that reinforcements could have arrived already, so the blue demon had continued his pursuit alone. Motivated either by dedication to his cause, or vengeance against the crazy soul who murdered his comrade.

"Shit," I swore as panic clouded my mind.

The desire to run was overpowering. Blocking out all logical thoughts. I wanted to flee from that spot and continue onwards forever... but that was how I'd lose.

If I ever hoped to beat the Soul Market once and for all, then I needed to stand and fight. I needed to know just how they managed to track me across the Underworld.

My hands clenched into fists as I tried to gather my remaining courage.

"Well, it looks like I'll be taking the initiative this time," I said, but none of the voices spoke back.

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Published February 19, 2018 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 46


Story: 

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.





Somewhere

Life after Josephine.



I returned to the Soul Market after Josephine's death. The living conditions were still disgusting and the new souls were sickeningly naïve, but it had been my life for so long that I knew what to expect. If I could read my masters well, then the abuse became manageable. If I just distanced myself from those who were suffering, then I could pretend that it wasn't happening.

I wasn't the speechless zombie who I was in the past, or the manipulative arsehole who I became later, just another worker who blended in with the others and did only what I had to. Living on what few pleasant memories I had as I struggled to continue on.

"He was talking to himself again," the other souls would whisper behind my back, but I was long past the point of caring. I gave into delusions like my dead friends were real. It was better than living with the truth.

I knew that Josephine would have been disappointed.

I promised to help change the Underworld, and then I promised her that I'd run, but I achieved neither. Instead, just passively following along with the system she despised.

Everyone knows that it can't be done, was the pathetic excuse I used to console myself, but in reality... I barely even tried.

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Published February 02, 2018 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 45


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.



Despite her generosity, part of me still feared that Josephine would degrade into a cruel slave owner. I was convinced that the kindness she showed me was only a front, and that she would eventually drop the act and begin screaming abuse like the others. I was a soul and Josephine was my master, so I thought it was only natural that she would grow accustomed to her power and begin ordering me around.

But such a thing never happened.

Instead her personality remained mostly unchanged, and I continued to assist her in return for knowledge about magic. I was certain that she would tire of my presence and drop the lessons after a month, but Josephine showed no intention of backing down.

"Give up?" she said with bewilderment when I snapped and questioned her motivation. "Why would I ever give up if we made a deal?"

"Because isn't that what people do?" I replied.

"Ethan, if you think I'm that sort of person, then you really don't know me at all," she sighed and passed me a book on demonic languages.

It was the sort of dedication that I hadn't seen in years, and I found it difficult to understand. What did she have to gain by treating me well? Wouldn't it have been far easier just to drop the kind words and use me as she wished?

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