Novel & Cerita Born An Old Soul

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

With utter disdain, I retorted, "If you think I'm going to forgive you, don't bother. Because I don't care about you anymore." I had almost already died once, so now it was time to start anew. Why should I bother getting angry about these useless things? "Go find your daughter. Rhea is your real daughter, anyway. I won't bother you guys anymore. Just let me live my own life."

"Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too." For some reason, I found that bitter voice to be quite familiar. It brought me right back to my high school days. So, I responded, "No. I want Finnie to live a good and long life…" Hot tears then splashed down onto my neck, like a seal on my skin.

Thus, I was born… Ever since that day, I saw souls. And more importantly, I saw “sin”. It was the only way I could describe it to a mortal. The way I gauged judgment. A pure soul would shine, usually about the time of infancy. Later in life, it would dim due to the choices they made. And if the soul grew too dark… Well…

Child of the Unbound. The sound burrowed beneath her ribs. “What is this?” she gasped. The words felt wrong here, like they didn’t belong to her mouth. Kael’s expression darkened. “The soulstream beneath all realms—the artery of Death itself.” The Vein pulsed, as though acknowledging him.

With a single wave of his hand, a surge of dark mist wrapped around him, pulling him out of the mortal world and dropping him straight into the cold, ancient depths of the Underworld's Trial Grounds. The air here was suffocatingly heavy, smelling of ash and ancient magic. Aidan stood before a pair of massive, iron doors engraved with glowing runes. As midnight struck, the heavy doors ground open with a deafening groan, revealing a pitch-black abyss inside. A cold, echoes-filled voice echoed from the darkness above—the judgment of the Grim Reaper Council: "Trial of the Broken Soul. Step forward, Grim Reaper Aidan, and surrender your spirit to the flames." Aidan took a deep breath, clenched hi

he whispered. I opened my mouth to answer, but the words died in my throat. I looked down at my stomach and saw a small, iridescent crack appearing in my skin, a single line of gold that was splitting open. From the crack, a small, translucent hand reached out, and a voice whispered directly into my soul. "I am ready to be born, Father. And I am very, very hungry."

"I give my voice to the Goddess, to speak only truth and prayer." "I give my voice to the Goddess, to speak only truth and prayer." Something gathered around me as I spoke, warm and gentle, wrapping the raw places on my back like a hand that did not want to hurt. I recognized it. He had not left me. "I give my soul to the Goddess," the old woman said, "to guide the dead into Her kingdom, from this day until my last." "I give my soul to the Goddess," I repeated, "to guide the—" The words died in my throat.

Auren's voice was barely audible. “We were wrong about that.” The crack widened. White light poured upward. The baby cried again. Auren continued. “The First Soul wasn't the first consciousness.” Emily swallowed. “Then what was?” Auren looked at her. “Emily.” She shook her head. “No.” “Yes.” “The baby?” Auren nodded. “The first soul wasn't created.” He pointed toward the opening. “It was born.” Emily felt the world tilt. “Born from what?” Auren's eyes filled with tears.

As long as the soul had reached a certain level, it would activate a lightning tribulation. “Congratulations, you’re going to be Immortal!” “Congratulations my a*s, I don’t even have flesh! My soul is just wrapped around my bones. How am I supposed to cross a tribulation like this?” Shirley was so upset that there was not a hint of happiness in her voice.