The Reasons Why

Damion Gladstone has lost his immortality. The soldier has strayed from the Society, a war-mongering institution dedicated to ridding mortal life, to regain his immortality, and potentially his humanity in the process. But at what cost? What does it mean to be immortal?

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Excerpt:
Amid the ruination, a black-etiquette soldier lays bare atop a landmine, silently chewing down on his tongue. Burdened with blisters and cuts across his body as the wind scurries into his bleeding battle scars, gnawing and pricking at his wounds. His hazel brown hair is saturated in slime and grit, stapling the strands together that fall to his shoulders; drenched in his and others gore. All a testimony to the conflict prior.

He stares down at the silver-dusted mine in which his chest is pressed against, having fallen onto it some time ago. The ballistic kevlar plate pressed against the trigger with animosity, patterned with a ruby red symmetrical emblem, the emblem of his military that has just deserted him. His arms are held out in front of him, buried in the soil, stopping himself from sliding downhill. As he looks up to the hurricane oncoming, the ash and grime that is glued to his pale face begins to unstick. The soldier waits for the mine to inevitably blow up in his face, and meet his untimely demise.

And that soldier is me.

Written by scorch47, based on characters by Rey22.