Secret of soul
Every living being has two bodies: one physical and one soul. The soul, born from the stars, resides within the physical body until death. Upon the death of the physical body, the soul departs.
A white soul is given a choice: to move to the afterlife or to inhabit another body. However, a black soul has no such choice. Only hell awaits them.
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We stayed holding each other. After a long time, we let go.
"How did you become a witch?" I asked him, the curiosity gnawing at me.
He hesitated, eyes distant as if revisiting a dark memory.
"I was desperate, pleading to whoever might listen. The devil approached me. He said he could show me a way to free my brother if I made a deal with him in exchange for two things."
"Two things? One was your sleep. What was the other?" My curiosity was insatiable.
When you make a deal with the devil for dark magic, he takes away one thing that makes you human. He himself had told me this. It was always one thing the devil took.
Why two things from him?
He didn't answer.
Instead, he reverted to his usual self, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, well. My prisoner, I told you all this so you would trust me."
He lifted my chin with a finger, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.
"Do you trust me?"
His dark brown eyes seemed to pierce through my soul, their depth capable of captivating me forever.
I was on the verge of reluctantly saying yes, but my pride intervened. I yanked his hand away and stood up.
I didn't know if I trusted him yet.
I changed the subject.
"You said you need my blood on the 32nd night. It's tomorrow. Once I've helped you with your brother, you'll help me."
He remained silent. Then he stood up, extending his hand towards me.
I took it.
"Deal," he said.
"Deal," I echoed.
He vanished into dark shadow.
I sat on the bed. Questions swirled in my mind.
Why my blood?
What's special about my soul?
What were the two things the devil took away from him?
How will I become a witch?
How do I kill the seventh prince?
What if he betrayed me?
These questions remained unanswered. He wouldn't tell me, I knew. Even though I wanted to help him, I couldn't trust him.
I had found the answer to his question, but I didn't want him to know. I wanted him to trust me. He trusted me enough to share his past.
But I don't trust him.
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Enthrallment : The Twisted Trust
Fantasy" please don't " He pleaded, his voice cracking with despair. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees, clutching at the air as if trying to grasp the fleeting fragments of her presence. ...
