The Story On The Board: As Black Fire Burns (Book Two)

Act Two B Day Eight

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"Yeah," you reply, "what's your offer."

"I dunno about this," your vessel whispers, "this guy seems kinda fishy."

Shut your trap! You're the one who got killed! Now let me begin, my offer.

A calm, but fluid tune begins to play.

You see this is not like your world.
You need friends on the other side.

Come on in guys, this'll only take a choice or two don't worry.

I lead you and your vessel into a room filled with stacks of notebooks, the room is orange. This is the Other Side.

Make yourselves comfortable,
Give those notes a read.
If you trust me, then I'll make you strong,
So you can do as you please.

I have seen your story,
Served as a back up to.
But you see I only have part of a soul,

We're on the same boat there you know.

So I'm needing a peice of yours.

You want power?
You control?
Well it's yours,
But your soul I mine!

I'll be your friend on the Other Side.

You and your vessel sit down at a desk. I continue.

The notes,
These books,
They all will tell,
Your past, your present, your ending as well.

The plot,
This tale,
Take a peak,
Why not see how your story ends early?

Now you readers, only have half a soul.
You lost it to those before.
They've already made their manifestation.

You need to make yours, but you need more control. You need more power to defeat your foes.

But sin puts you in a bind huh?

"Eh," you smile, or rather, a glimpse of the character you're becoming, "yeah. Pretty much."

You want control, but sin weighs you down. You just wanna be strong; defeat your foes.

I sing these next lines, like most before.

It's control! It's control! It's control you need, and for just a sixth of your soul, control you'll receive.

On you vessel, I just wanna make it quick. If you heard your past, you'd call it quits!

You've done things from which there's no return, but in your ending, the fate I see, is a shot at atoning for those that you harmed.

Just a peice, won't you trade a peice of your soul? For a second chance?

"Guys," your vessel whispers, "we don't have much choice. If we say no, it's over. Just say yes. Trust me."

I smile, awaiting your decision.

Choice: Deal.

Choice: I'd rather die!