The being stood there it wore its usual style a suit while being just made of black flames. It grabbed a rose that had overgrown Jack entire body pulling it out of the vines that it was attached to with relative ease. When the rose got ripped out the vines started to dry out as if they had not had a single drop of water for years and years.
They dried out and turned to dust. Jack corpse was there having turned to nothing but a skeleton these clothes not even having remained as time did what it would always do. A black ooze came out from the being clothes dropping on the ground. The black ooze touched Jack's bone and entered the holes of his.
>>You have slept long enough Jack. Stuck in an endless circle of consuming the lives you have taken and losing more and more of what makes you, you but now you shall rise from the past that was once you and be reshape in this world to a human that is unlike others<< the being then stopped and just laughed it was laughing all of a sudden not being serious anymore in any shape or for. The ooze that was on Jack was suddenly moving excitedly and surrounded the entirety of Jack skeleton. It was bulging up like a balloon and then popped with the ooze falling to the ground and what remained there was Jack once more not as a skeleton but with muscle and flesh just as he looked before his death.
Jack looked at the being his eyes devoted from all and everything he was no better than a dead man that was just kept alive by a force outside with the force outside being just the being itself its black flames moved constantly around but then it stopped flickering and it turned to a shapeless thing and surrounded Jack like a small clout. Covering his eyes and speaking right at his ear in a calm manner and quiet.
>>You are back to the living Jack once again your death is not permanent, and you know it as you were eating the corpses of the lives you had all killed you were not in despair as your emotions were gone and now look at you<< It then reshaped back to its formal form but without the suit and the shape resembling more of a monster a big upper body while thin lower body horns on the head but composed of the black flames only. It touched Jack throat and spoke: >>No matter what you don't react Jack as you don't value your life anymore that is not good in anyway<< it tilted its head and continued to speak: >>However in this world you will learn what it means to be alive<< it disappeared then like ash that was brought away from the wind the moment a breeze of air came it had vanished from the place.
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Jack felt nothing.
The meaning of what it meant to be alive was a thing that had no value for him. Life was a circle, a circle one could never break free, but he broke free from it he was not bound by life whenever his time was meant to end, he lived on he was not dead he did not remain dead it was a cycle but a different one a cycle of suffering. He finally looked around his surroundings, everything was dead or destroyed, he does not remember anything of the life he had lived, all he knows is he ate. He ate and ate the countless bodies he felt like he had to do it a desire from his body not because he longed for food but rather because it was a sense of guilt like feeling that if he ate them his sense of guilt would be gone that they would finally let go of him.
>>The sky red like blood itself<< Jack said as he looked up, he then walked in this destroyed forest each tree had fallen to the ground, been destroyed, and splintered in half to small pieces while others showed sign of cuts that were precise but not meant to cut them down a form of attack having happened. Jack walked up the cliff to have a greater view of the area that he wanted to see and what he saw was a wasteland.
>Had it been always like this? < Jack wondered but shrugged it off what use was there to try to remember things that was once of his past no spirits were after him right now making him not remember them his memory was never good every time, he died his past life he had was blurry he could not remember it well or it was easier said like rewatching something that had been corrupted. The only time where he can remember his past is the time when the spirits hold onto him like leeches wanting to suck him dry out of everything.
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Man of Misfortune
FantasíaA story about a man whose desire of living had long died with death following where ever he goes. No matter what the man did death was after him with the forces of above watching over the man. (This is a more of my bad stories that I had made but th...
