Death is only the beginning, unless you are Nameless.
Condemned to spend eternity in Purgatory with the rest of the Between, Nameless is the most hated soul who never lived. After centuries of searching for a meaning to her dull existence, her answ...
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Warning: a pretty long chapter ahead
6
Thorne
I wasn't an Idiot, I knew what she must have thought of me.
But Nameless didn't understand. A soul who would hurt someone out of spite, or who would give up and not work for such a privilege as Paradise, didn't deserve to go there in the first place. Plus, the guy had clearly gone insane. No human could receive help from a person in such a state.
That didn't mean I wasn't sorry about sending the man into nothingness, but it was my job as a Seeker. Especially as Cyril Seraphim's only son. I would be the Lord of all Seekers one day, so I would have to uphold the rules flawlessly.
Then there was the fact that the guy had actually choked her and then proceeded to hit her. That didn't go over so well with me. Nameless was a soul,just like me. She didn't deserve the bullying and hatred she received every moment of her existence, even from her own kind. She was a warm-hearted girl. She always had been even though she was dealt such a terrible hand.
I gritted my teeth at the memory of Stone mocking her and cutting her down.
Stone Demetrious was my father's best friend. He was also an asshole and I wondered why my father chose to put up with him at all. Stone always acted as if he himself were a Lord, always overstepping his boundaries, just as he had at the council meeting when he had tried to tell the Seekers that they needed to sentence Nameless to Oblivion.
Naturally, I got pissed. Nameless was the only soul other than my family and I who had actually grown up in Purgatory. I was born in the lifeless realm because it was the destiny of the Seraphim family to watch over Purgatory. My mother, an ordinary soul, had moved on and was awaiting the day Father would join her. I didn't get to meet her and Father rarely spoke about her. Actually, Father didn't really speak to me about anything. Nameless was the only one I really had to talk to without feeling like I was intimidating her or putting up some kind of an act. I could relate to her, also not knowing my mother. Sometimes I even felt envious of her because she didn't have the weight of a name on her shoulders such as Seraphim, but she didn't so much as mention my title unlike the other Between who showered me in flattery out of fear. It didn't matter to me if she was a Between, that she was different, or that she hadn't had any color .She had a kind soul and that was all that mattered.
"Besides," I said quietly to myself as I strolled down one of the various black paths of Purgatory, "she had color today."
I thought back to earlier. I was coming back from a patrol to take over guarding The Center again, waiting for new arrivals. I had to do one of those boring look arounds, just to make sure no Between was attempting an escape or wasn't working. I had been approaching the Compendium when I saw her. In color.
Her hair was shining, letting the dark shades of brown that I had never been able to see before. Her eyes were the color of new spring leaves and they shone with the joyful tears that fell down her face. She was laughing and the sound was so mesmerizing and unexpected coming from she who had always been so melancholy that I completely discarded the fact that I should be questioning how she had obtained the color. The sound was a rarity, not easily drawn out of her, and never like this. She had her hands out in front of her, fixated on her color, and for once she looked... happy. Truly happy.
