The World Upon Us

"IF IT MEANS I NEED TO KILL SOMEONE JUST TO GET BACK NYRIS' SOUL, THEN I WILL!" they snarled, their fingers digging into the Elf's delicate shirt, leaving red marks on the pale fabric. Their eyes, burning with a furious fire, were locked on the lost soul who now occupied Their partner's body. "Don't even think about acting like him," they hissed, Their voice thick with hatred and disgust. "You are NOTHING but a FUCKING USELESS LOST SOUL!"

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You were sure you wanted to die. You'd had enough of the pain, the emptiness. But then, you woke up. Not in your own body, but in the body of a warlock - a body that is supposed to be still alive, still breathing, still capable of feeling. This journey, this bizarre twist of fate, had given you another chance. A chance to feel alive again, after you failed once in your realm.
Realizing that everything gonna be something brand new, makes you feel how thrilled and lovely to be alive again, and if only these bodies were yours, forever. If only you could hold onto this feeling, this precious gift of life, and never let it go.