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CHAPTER 1
They stared at their hands in horror as the crowd cheered around them. What had they done?
The gate closed before then. The last chance of seeing their lover gone. Because of them. almost in a trance they moved to leave. They appeared calm and collected from the outside but inside they were battling with the guilt of what they had done. I had to do it, I had no choice, they were a danger to us, they repeated in their mind. Not all of them were dangerous to us, he wasn't. When did they ever move to attack? Why did you help them make the barrier? Despite how you are rabbiting on about necessity and obligation, you still had a choice, a small voice rebutted before it was stamped down.
As they arrived home they ripped off the robes that their had loved so much, throwing them away never wishing to see it again, and Hakea collapsed into their bed, they felt drained of their magic, for the spell, even distributed among 7 human souls, was too powerful. They closed their eyes and tried to fall asleep to regain their power, but no matter how they tossed and turned they couldn't sleep. Their mind replaying every event that had happened in this rune forsakes war. Every pointless death, every injustice served, the last glimpses of his face…
They sighed and sat up. Taking a deep breath they got dressed and left. The full moon high in the sky, they had to do the spell on a full moon for it to work. On the day coming, the other mages and them see would travel to the mountain once again, to search for and seal any possible entrance or exit points, but for now, they just wanted to enjoy the stars Gerson had loved so much.
He was a “boss monster” so he would long outlive them, but even so, they began to wonder if monsters had an afterlife. Not that it mattered really, if a powerful human such as themself were to die, their souls would just go to the next body, the next poor victim to suffer. They were 7 when the soul came to them, a year before the age where most get their souls, though some get them as late as 15. They began to curse being born a human at all, before reminding themselves, at least you got justice! It is what I always wanted, it could be worse, it could always be worse! I could have a red soul! They laughed.
Red souls had it worse then the others, they were rare, only the most special of them all got the red souls. It was a great honour to the family. For the angel to gift a family with a red soul would be a once in a generational event. They sighed, thinking back to before Red got their soul. They had a personality, they were funny, sure they ate grass saying it would get them a kindness soul because they are both green but they were deserving of the kindness soul. After they got their soul… they were never the same. No facial expressions but a blank stare or a unsettling smile when they had to look polite. Not that they saw each other much. They had a name before, but no-one remembers it now. Getting the red soul meant getting whisked off to learn how to use it.
Yellow souls like theirs were common however. Unimportant. Dismissive. Not worth mentioning. To the world that is, except him.