• Prologue

    The sky is a darken void that runs endlessly. Still ocean masks the ground with its deep wine water. Not the slightest of ripples is made.
    Where am I? A boy says in his mind.
    He’s lying on his back, floating two feet above the vast ocean. He tries to move but fails.
    What’s happening? How did I get here? I was just…just…
    A lone snow flake caresses his cheek then fades to nothingness as it falls. This touch reminds the boy of a memory, of Christmas. His younger sister was making snow angels lying on her stomach instead of her back. She said that it was better that way because it would give her angel a face. Once inside the house, they would snuggle against their big, cream furred dog as they wait for their parents to pour them hot coco. Then, as they sang carol songs, the father would excuse himself from time to time to answer a phone call. He would go outside and come back in after a few minutes. But then, that day, he didn’t come back at all.
    The boy’s memory suddenly turns into a burning inferno. Flames licked every surface of his house. He hears screaming and sees dark figures that he couldn’t recognize because of the thick smoke. Then his memory gets cut short.
    “You…” a deep, hoarse voice echoes as it’s projected from nowhere.
    The boy tries to say something but his lips wouldn’t move so he said it in his mind instead. What do you want?
    “Your soul…” he—it—talked in slow motion. “Is mine”
    The boy’s heart races as if it was about to jump out of his chest, literally. He feels it sliding out of his body but at the same time, still in place. But he doesn’t panic. He’s calm, as if he was dreaming. Maybe he was, he thought.
    “You will lose all your memory…of when you were alive”
    That’s when he realizes he was going to die but for some reason, it doesn’t faze him.
    “Feel no pain…feel no happiness. You will have nothing…will go on with nothing. All you will do is listen and…obey”
    The boy could feel the emptiness in his chest as the voice stole his soul. Then he starts to talk, his tone dull and emotionless. He tries to stop but his body doesn’t respond to him. “I give my life for you, divine, to rid my grief and sorrow. I shan’t feel to all. I shan’t feel me. For I have killed and sinned. My kin is gone forever in despair, for I have burnt their life to hell’s abyss”