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.

I retraced my steps to a narrow pass on the mountain road. It was wedged in between a rock wall and a sharp drop, so there was nowhere else for that stinking Soul Market bastard to go.

I spent the afternoon moving snow and laying traps. Patiently waiting for the moment when the demon would show his ugly face. Silently plotting all the terrible ways to get what I wanted.

Two days passed before my target finally arrived. Far more decrepit then I remembered. Clothing worn and blue face hollow. Wearily creeping along the path like the mountain had taken its toll on my tormentor.

The bastard's footsteps were deliberately slow and silent, like the demon already knew that I was close by.

No...of course he knew that I was there. They always did.

He caught sight of my worn and patched up coat billowing in the wind by the edge of the cliff. The hood drawn up and sleeves pulled down, leaving nothing exposed. Just like a real soul who wanted to hide what they were.

The demon froze for a moment before pressing his back against the mountain wall. Eyeing my clothing warily as a plan came together in his creepy little mind.

This time there were no verbal warnings or talk of contracts. He'd learnt his lesson and wouldn't leave anything to chance.

The demon crept closer. Edging his way towards the cliff in order to get me in range of his spells. He was midway through taking one step when he suddenly paused, gaze falling to the ground before his feet.

The freezing spell that I'd carefully laid, had become painfully obvious in the failing sunlight.

The arsehole carefully examined the glowing insignias under the snow, until he located the small purple crystal powering the spell. He then carefully nudged it off the diagram with his foot and the symbols disappeared. Allowing the demon to continue forward without sticking to the ground.

Then I was within range of his sneaky little tricks.

The demon held his hands out before him and chanted under his breath. Four walls of ice instantly sprung from the ground. Ten times the speed that they had materialized before. The ice enclosed my coat like a frozen coffin. Leaving no room to escape.

The demon's mouth broke out into a grin and triumph flashed across his face. He eagerly strolled towards the ice coffin with the confidence of a man who'd won.

"It's over soul!" He punched his fist into the air as though fighting an invisible foe. "Don't think for a second that you're getting out of that one!"

I almost felt sorry for the fool, when the snow collapsed under his feet, and he plunged straight into the hole which I'd dug in the middle of the pass. His feet hit my second freezing spell at the bottom of that hole, paralyzing him in place, leaving only his head and shoulders exposed to the elements.


It was then that I sprang out of a mound of snow, butt naked, clothes still draped over the snowman trapped inside the ice coffin. I raised a plank of wood over my shoulder and advanced towards the bastard. My feet leaving the faintest of footprints in the snow.

"It's over, huh?" I spat as I swung the plank straight into his stupid head. The swing was weaker than I expected. Nowhere near enough to knock him out. "Over for who? You piece of shit!"

I furiously swung the wood again and again. Channeling all my anger, frustration, and self loathing into those strikes, until the demon's eyes rolled back into his head and he finally lost consciousness. Collapsing head first straight into the snow.

I tossed the wood away and fell to my knees. Chest heaving up and down as though I could breathe. I'd planned for every possible scenario. Placing traps upon traps until the pass was a minefield, but that didn't ease my anxiety or fear.

One small victory meant nothing if there were still others to take his place.