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Chapter 38: Austin as Itoust

Song: Demons by Imagine Dragons

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Chapter 38- Austin as Itoust

Those wretched beings. Sometimes I wonder whether this whole planet would be better blown to smithereens. It seems that way although I’m not sure. The planet has so much potential.  Its inhabitants are what are ruining it. But soon all will be under my control. They will be my slaves and this planet will be returned to its former glory. If only I could kill the wretched soul that currently inhabits this body. He’s persistent. I often feel his presence pressing my soul away. It’s the hardest I’ve ever had to fight with a soul and I’m not sure I can win this one. He’s so strong, he has so much willpower that I worry I may be too old, too weak for this job. I’ve been fighting souls my whole life and now I am almost a thousand years old. Where I come from, that’s the oldest soul fighter they’ve ever had and I worry I may be letting them down. Austin, as this body’s inhabitant is so named has a lot to fight for. He has his girlfriend, his family, his future, his planet, his people. He’s fighting for them all. But what am I really fighting for? To please my God. To please my creator. My commander. This same commander who brainwashed half our planet’s population. This same commander that killed my parents and enslaved my brother and sister. This same commander that makes me put people through exactly what he put me through. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I just despise him because he has power over me, but maybe I’m right. Maybe he is cruel. Maybe he has bad intentions. 

“I have to see her.”

That’s Austin. He’s strong. He’s a fighter. And the ‘her’ he references is his girlfriend Brook. Her face is etched into my memory as he thinks of her so often. I often see his family. His friends. The people he grew up with. The people who raised him. I wonder if in another lifetime, Austin and I could be friends. I wonder if we could have understood each other, or bonded over the fact that neither of us really knew our parents as children. That we were both abandoned. That we’ve both grown up just as lost and confused as the other. I often wonder whether I should give up this fight. God knows he could kill my soul if I stopped trying. And a part of me wants to stop. A part of me wants to release Robert from his bond and let Kyoto go and let Austin be happy. And this is the same part of me that still aches for Rosaline and the love I lost.

              Rosaline Coralie Cantour was the great love of my life. She died when she was 867, or rather she was killed. We were both so young then. And I wonder if that’s why the commander has given me this job. I fell in love with his only daughter, made her willing to give up everything, the only life she’d ever known. We were happy. We would have a family. But her father gave justice the only way he knew how. Murder. The day she died I found out that we were indeed expecting a child. A family. A child who was never given a chance. And that kills me. And that’s why I don’t want to do this anymore. That commander took away anything and everything in my life that gave me joy. And the way he punishes me daily is to do the same to these harmless humans. And that kills me.