After Rebirth The Scum All Cry For Forgiveness Novels & Stories

“Or you can return. But you must defy the fate you once accepted. Walk a path you were too blind to see before.” A second chance. A chance to undo everything. To protect the ones I failed. To avenge what was taken. “What happens if I don’t?” I asked. “Then your soul will pass into the world of the dead. When rebirth comes, you will begin again, but you will remember nothing of who you were, of who you could become.” I hesitated, heart pounding. Could I really change my destiny? Could I rise from the ashes of betrayal stronger than before? I thought of my mother. Of the way she died… because of me.

The moment I opened my eyes, I could not stop smiling. Just with the absorption of one core, something within me had changed, permanently too. Even though there were no visible physical changes, I knew that I had evolved. I could feel it from every inch of my bones. I slowly unclenched my fist even as I kept smiling. Even with that small of a movement, I could feel the change in my body. My bones felt stronger, so did my muscles. And when I clenched my fists tighter, I could feel that my fingers now had far more strength than they had ever had, even after the apocalypse started.

He can't take my soul especially and I don't understand his reason. There is no violation, since you, from the very beginning, are a scarred soul. You are not meant to be born again, but a meddlesome sorcerer was able to reborn you again as a human. Hiding your scent and tracks, living as a human will never erase the fact of what you truly are. A scarred soul who's meant to be diminished in hell. It turned and his fingers were all bones tightly gripped his crop.

It went down for miles, deep into the warm, humming heart of the Earth. As we descended, the air grew sweeter. The smell of ash faded, replaced by the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—memories of a world I had never truly known, but that the Genesis engines still remembered. We reached the bottom. The chamber was a cathedral of light. In the center sat a chair made of living roots and glowing fiber-optics. It looked like a throne, but I knew it was a prison. "Once you sit down," Hope said, standing at the edge of the platform, "the 'Re-Birth' begins. The shroud will start to break. In a hundred years, the sun will touch the ground again. In a thousand, the oceans will be blue."

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

She made me promise never to mention it to protect your pathetic pride. He leaned down. "But a parasite like you doesn't deserve dignity anyway."

She whispered to her reflection: “If they want me… they’re not ready for what happens next.” Because Sheraphina wasn’t the same fragile girl she’d been before rebirth. She had survived death once. She wouldn’t bow to the shadows now.

Pale, ghostly flames engulfed the thug, burning him to death. "You are all beyond redemption. Because of your pleas, I had intended to spare your lives, but it seems..." Adrian lamented to Scar. Scar understood, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Death God, grant us another chance." Seeing this, the others followed suit, kneeling and weeping. The ghastly fate of the ones who had spoken out was vivid in their minds. Better to be alive than dead—an ancient adage that resonated deeply. Everyone questioned Adrian's origins and the existence of gods, but for now, they held their tongues.

It felt as if the walls themselves would crumble under its weight. The ancient mortar cracked, splintering like dry ice beneath the intensity of my fury. The air around me vibrated, thick with the power of a nightmare given flesh and voice, and the echoes of that scream reverberated through every shadowed corridor and broken stone. This was not a cry born of pain—it was the roar of a force reborn, the anthem of a soul set free and hungry for justice. Somewhere deep within, a spark of something new ignited—pure, terrible, and absolute. And with that scream, I claimed my rebirth in full, no longer the broken girl trapped in silence, but the reckoning—the storm that had been waiting in the dark

I heard it in the whispers of the wind, in the moans of the earth. All I had to do was get there and exact mercy on them. Yes, mercy. Because of corrupted and alien teachings, because of the way they had been brought up, those men had abandoned their true natures and weren’t really alive anymore. They simply existed, just like anyone who had killed the spark of the divine fire inside themselves. Not people, more like humanlike creatures. By killing them and returning their bodies to the ground, I would send their souls to the wheel of rebirth. Maybe next time, they would get lucky. But as for reaching them...