Anrita Vivah

Prologue

Is this real?
Did he not have immortality or something?
Had I killed him?
In what way am I able to?Even holding my weapon is beyond me.
Is murdering not a transgression?
For what I have done, will I be cast into hell?
Have I been cursed?
I am certain this is a nightmare.It must be because I will get more terrified if this comes to pass.Not due to other people, but due to myself.Of the things I am capable of?

I glanced at the bloodshot eyes that were gazing out into space.Trembling gripped my hands as I witnessed his spirit emerge from his body.The same body that bore the brunt of the magic strings in my possession.His spirit appeared bewildered, but comprehension came to him when he saw his own body.He turned to face me, scared and enraged at what I had done.
As I took a step back, away from his spirit and body, he attempted to grasp me but was only able to cling on to me, sucking the energy remaining in me as I wobble off balance.
"Trample his strings," a voice instructed.

I followed the instructions and, as I dropped to the ground, I trod on his strings with a single pull, causing his look to turn terrified. "You,bloody soul leaching whore!" he called me as his soul perished and the air grew nasty from the lingering green smoke.
A nightmare, I told myself.However, it was too agonising to be unreal.As I beseeched the gods to have mercy on me for the sin I carried on my head, I felt myself slipping into slumber.