(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

memories. You claim you have lost your memory. Perhaps it is a side effect
of countless deaths? If so, what more will you lose in successive deaths? If
you lose your mind, you will not even know enough to realize that you
cannot die. You shall truly be doomed."
I felt it then, deep within. Whereas my flesh was painted over with countless
scars, layers upon layers of them, the wounds within me were less apparent.
There was a hollowness there, in the back of my mind, in the center of my
chest. It was as if there was a rough cut in the very essence of this vessel,
and when I poked through, a yawning void stretched on the other side,
terrifying and endless. Somewhere, somehow, my soul was bound to my
body in unbreakable shackles. The true horror of my immortality hit me
then, and I looked up to the spirit, "'Countless deaths?' How long has this
been going on?"
"I do not truly know. Except that it has gone on long enough," Deionarra’s
voice was cutting. She was saying I had to die, "I know that you once claimed
you loved me and that you would love me until death claimed us both. I
believed that, never knowing the truth of who you were, what you were."
Her eyes slid away from me, skirting around the forbidden.
"Then what am I?" the frustration made me hoarse, "What am I,
Deionarra?"
"You... I... cannot..." She suddenly froze, and she spoke slowly, carefully, as if
her own voice frightened her. "The truth is this: you are one who dies many
deaths. These deaths have given the knowing of all things mortal, and in
your hand lies the spark of life... and death. Those that die near you carry a
trace of themselves that you can bring forth..."
As Deionarra spoke the words, a crawling sensation welled up in the back of
my skull... and I suddenly felt compelled to look at my hand. As I lifted it up
to look at it, I could SEE the blood coursing sluggishly through my arm,
pouring into my muscles, and in turn, giving strength to my bones...
"Wh..."
And I knew, Deionarra was right. I suddenly remembered how to coax the
dimmest spark of life from a body, and bring it forth... the thought even now
both horrifies and intrigues me.
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