Soulless

Chapter 1: Undead Spirit

There was a time of the day when nature seemed to be uplifted. A bright and warm glow of sunlight shone down upon the abundant terrace of flowers blooming on freshly green grasses. Animals were dancing and prancing everywhere as the crickets chirped in the air. Within the serene backyard of a medium-sized bronze gable house, two boys played with carefree laughter, their giggles resonating like the sweet notes of an innocent song. The peace and happiness both formed a moment frozen in idyllic beauty. Yet, unbeknownst to heaven's creations, a silent observer stood at a distance. She was a female ghostly apparition, a lost soul named Elvira Clifton. Her once-human form had transformed into that of a soul eater. Her hair, straight and long, draped down like the impenetrable darkness of night. Her skin, pallid and cold, resembled the fragile porcelain of a doll. Lifeless, pitch-black eyes gazed out from her spectral face, devoid of any light or hope. She wore a long, shrouded black dress, with a matching veil that cloaked her head. Elvira stood there, silent and still, her gaze fixed upon the two boys. Now heartless and without a sense of individuality, she felt nothing but undying death.

They say trusting the devil brings harrowing and inexcusable consequences.

Have you ever hated life so much that you blindly submitted yourself to the darkness and had your soul stripped off in a blink of an eye?

Well, I have.

I made an unforgivable choice and now, here I am in the present.

With my spirit roaming between the living and the dead, wandering around without a soul.

My name is Elvira and I became the thing anyone would dread the most.

Before you guess...No, I'm not a succubus, siren, witch nor a vampire of any sort.

I'm an entity that lost its essence in history.

A soul eater.

"Won't you look at them playing happily like that?", she wondered silently. 

"Full of energy and full of colors in their eyes," her voice echoed faintly only in the hollow chambers of her own mind. 

She lingered on the difference between their world of colors and her own shadowed existence. "But welcome to my world of nothing," she said bitterly. "Opposite of what the eye sees and what the eye desires." 

A longing that she could no longer suppress bubbled up from the depths of her being. "Won't it be nice to breathe the same air and laugh at the same jokes as them?" 

She yearned. "Feel the touch of nature and go with the flow?" For a moment, she let herself imagine it, the breath of humanity  brushing against her cold, dead soul. 

But the memory of her past life of what she had been, of what she had endured crashed over her like a wave, pulling her back into the depths of her despair.  "Oh, how much I wish I was human again, " she thought with a sigh that never passed her lips. "But recalling what I've been through in my human life, I think probably not."

Then a chilly, calculated thought formed  in the void where her heart once beat. "But don't you think they'd be at ease if they became hollow like me?" she wondered, the idea seeping through her hollow mind like poison. 

Then it was time for her to feast on their souls. She glided closer to the boys while their attention remained on each other and their fun little games. As she approached, an eerie stillness fell over. The warmth of the sunlight seemed to dim, and the chirping of crickets faded into silence. Elvira reached out with her ghostly hands, and as her fingers drew near, an invisible force began to drain the life from the children. Their laughter ceased abruptly, and a look of confusion crossed their faces. Slowly, their breaths became shallow, and their bright, colorful eyes turned pitch black, mirroring the void within her own. The boys gasped for air, their once expressive faces fading into hollow, lifeless masks. They collapsed to the ground, breathless and empty, just like her. Elvira stood over them as the grounds beneath her descended into nothing but desolated lands and barren fields. She felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction as she absorbed their essence, but it was quickly replaced by the unending emptiness that haunted her existence.