A True Soul
Epilogue

Cain

The ground no longer felt moist. I could no longer feel the sweat dripping off my skin. The only warmth was the blood dripping from the blade twisted in my chest. I no longer felt the sting of the blade twisted through my heart. There would be no healing from this. I could no longer move my body.

These last few moments of my life would have something in common with every waking moment since my birth. I would be alone, just like I had always been. But was it worth it? I was about to die and for what? Was this all because Mubaka lead me to believe by killing a fucking True Soul I would achieve my revenge? It was so easy to blame the creature for everything and everyone who had shit on me my whole life. But in the end was the truth ever that simple? Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I’d killed so many without a second thought. With no hesitation. Those lives seemed meaningless, they were just bodies and bodies were replaceable.

I saw Dax, my own blood, brutally killed my mother. And I could do nothing to stop it. I wanted to end his life with my bare hands. My entire goal in life was to kill him and the True Soul. Now these goals were empty and meaningless. As I lay there alone dying, I asked myself again, was it worth it? All I had in life was hatred and the desire to kill.

I’d never loved anything. I never knew what it like to be loved. I thought life would be better without worthless emotions. To waste effort in loving something was a weakness, and would only bring pain. Had I been wrong?

In my last moment the lines of good and evil were a blur. I questioned my actions and hoped the next life would grant me some type of mercy I knew I did not deserve.

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