I feel my soul fleeting off from my now numb body. Once more, I can be declared dead. I see the men still surrounding my corpse, scared, unsure on what to do. They truly had disbelief in me.
As I don’t have a physical body anymore, I see everything in a spectral vision. Everything’s blurry, everything’s see-through and everything feels… odd.
I see spirits lurk in the shadows, watching with me. There are few in this neighbourhood compared to what I’ve seen in the past. I once experienced spectral in a forest known for the deaths occurring there.
I am already used to being in this state of being.
I am just watching the scene of the policemen calling the main department, declaring the search on me done. I hear all their voices blurrily. Their voices faze together into one big mess. Being in the spectral realm is truly an oddity.
I hear ambulance sirens in the background. How funny, do they think I faked my death?
Relaxed, that’s what I am. I don’t have a reason to worry for now. I have no issues at the moment of time.
The ambulance has come to pick up my body. The policemen are already back in their cars and the civilians are back in their homes.
I follow the policemen, I wonder what they will tell to their boss.
I float over the roads. Following the cars. Their sirens aren’t on anymore.
Unfortunately, right before I could enter the police building, a demon approaches me.
It’s Sinistra: He always brings me back a new body.
“I see you’ve died once more. Is this a record for staying alive?” His voice is dark, distorted.
I shake my head “I once lived a full life and only died of old age. Don’t you remember that?” He just grins creepily in response.
“You know what’s next, Mortua.” That’s his nickname for me, since I die a lot according to him. I don’t have an official name, I go by whichever name my parents of that life give me.
I hang my head, how far I can without having a physical head, I also make a sighing motion. “Try me.”
As he is the left hand man of Satan himself, Sinistra has to try and get me into the underworld.
Why me? Long ago, I was murdered by a follower of Satan. Ever since, Satan has had my soul in his hands. I defy going to hell and staying there forever, having to serve him. To try and defeat my morale, he makes every life of mine, pun intended, hell.
I feel Sinistra’s scythe gouge into me. It hurts. He tries to drag me down once more to that hated place. Hell.
I exclaim out in pain. A distorted scream.
I will defy him. I won’t ever let myself go. I won’t serve Satan.
The pain is excruciating, but in the end, Sinistra lets go off me.
“Mortua, I will once get you to hell. You will serve my master, just as I do. You will once be at my side while Satan rules above us. I will make it happen once.”
I laugh at him mockingly. If I had a face, I’d be grinning.
“Let’s get you a new life to make hell, shall we.” His distorted face squints at me. He does have a physical body, but it’s warped into the spiritual world.
“Let’s do that.” I reply.
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