The Eight Part Soul

The search begins

The shadows coalesce and tangled and spat me out to an unknown room that was only a little brighter than the shadows itself. It was as eerie and gloomy as a cemetery. Of course, that did not bother me. What did bother me, however, was that I landed myself in front of robed people holding sticks at me.

Did I have to land myself at a mental asylum? Though this place was kinda dark for an asylum... Some cult? Why did the lost soul have to be in this strange place?

"What are you doing here?" someone ask. He looked like he faced many battles, with that scarred face, crazy hair, no nose, and one of his eyes was electric blue and spinning like crazy.

I confirmed to myself. This must be a mental asylum because where else can you find a crazy guy like that?

"Just passing through," I said nonchalantly. During my jobs and use of shadow travel to get somewhere, mortals just assume I was passing through, thank Mist.

"Don't lie to me," the crazy eye man said, "You just appeared out of nowhere from the shadows. I repeat, what are you doing here?"

A clear-sighted mortal? Or a monster? Either way, I had to find an opening. I could always scream for the doctors and hide myself...

The man continued, but he was not talking to me this time, "Could be one of the Death Eaters... Should we get the Veritaserum?" He was addressing to the rest of the robed people who are still pointing their sticks at me. What were they going to do, poke me?

Anyway, I didn't really get what he was saying but I couldn't help laughing.

The man spun around me, "What's so funny, boy?"

"Death Eaters? What's that supposed to be? A cannibalistic cult who wants to spit roast Death and eat his flesh for dinner? Hahahahahaha..." I continued laughing. Death Eaters... Thanatos will be either completely scared that such people existed or completely annoyed at this mockery.

Either way, as a child of the Underworld, with an acquaintance relationship with Thanatos, I couldn't help but find this outright hilarious...

The man just narrowed his eyes, "Death Eaters are no joke, boy."

I tried to stop my laughter, "Wait, they really want to eat Death? There are much more delicious things than Death... like strawberries... or McDonald's...." Who knows, even cannibals wouldn't want to eat Death. Too handsome to taste delicious but how do I know?

"Boy, I repeat, this is no joking matter, Death Eaters are followers of You-Know-Who!"

"You-Know-Who? Whose that?" I asked.

Gasps came up from these robed people, all their eyes staring at me. I met one, their green eyes and couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain. I inspected him closer. He had dark hair and green eyes behind a pair of knocked up glasses, thin in a starving way and one of the only people who weren't wearing robes.

In fact, as my eyes were scanning, only the kids were not wearing robes but adults were. Seriously, adults are weird...

My eyes narrowed to the boy who noticed and immediately took a step back. No one else noticed, their eyes on me but I knew one thing. That boy is the expired soul I'm looking for. 'So young to die,' I mused.

"You-Know-Who is the greatest Dark wizard of all time, boy! How could you not know?" the man asked, then asked, "Are you a Muggle?"

Wizard? Muggle? So, wizards exist or I really did land in a mental ward. That would explain why he said the word Muggle.

"He can't be!" protested a red haired boy the age of the black haired one, "He just came out from the shadows!"

"Good point, lad..." the man said. Lad? Now I thought about it, they were speaking in different accents, I was probably in a different country... again.

"And he also doesn't sound British..." the man said. British? I traveled from America to England?

"Well, we clearly need to keep him here for the time being and see what to do with him..." the man murmured. "Stupefy!" shouted the man, and will you believe it, an actual beam came out of the stick!

Instincts relayed my body to dodge. That stick was actually a... laser? The 21st century never ceases to amaze me.

Now knowing the true danger of those sticks that were pointed at me, I let my instincts and reflexes work for me.

In no time, everyone was unconscious. I dragged the black haired boy out of there and into the next room with a bed. I set him in the bed. The more I'm with him, the less it made sense... I could definitely sense the expired soul but I also sense a whole healthy soul in it.

It didn't matter, I still have a job to do. 

I held my sword near his heart, then changed my mind as I reached to the lightning bolt scar on his head instead because I felt more of the soul residing in there.

"Be released and rest," I whispered. And a shrieking soul came out from the scar until it disappeared. That was easy.

And although the soul left the body, the boy was still alive, his chest heaving. I sense a soul still inside but not the expired one...

There were two souls inside the body, how was that possible? Either way, I had some questions to ask Hades later. The boy would wake up later.

Just when I was about to shadow travel home, I sense another soul here. What in Hades...

Simply following my instincts, I found myself in another room, as dark as the rest. The instincts led me to a cupboard filled with weird assortments. My hand drew to a golden locket with a green 'S' on it. I could feel the soul.

Incidentally, it felt like the same soul from that boy. Confused but uncaring, I simply said, "Be released and rest."

The soul, as black and dead as the first one he dispatched wailed before being sent to the Underworld. Surprisingly, the object that kept the soul was remain intact.

Keeping the soul in an object, where had I heard that before?

Nevertheless, my senses did one last sweep of the place before feeling there was nothing amiss.

I was going to shadow travel out of here when I felt like I was hit from behind.

Whatever it did, it knocked the lights out of me and the last thing I heard was "Oh no, you don't, laddie," before passing out.