SOULESS

“Thump, thump, thump” goes her heart.
The rain pours and she’s listening to each drop fall as it surrenders to
the earth, through the thick glass.
“ Drop, drop, drop.”

Darkness hides and cloaks the enigmatic frightening characters which were
conceived on this very land. . .there is no lighting so she lays
surrounded by screams and sirens waiting for her savior. . . .

Blood spills and her eyes grow weak, her eyes leak with pain. Her heart
yelping with yearning and anguish, yelping from the very epitome and depth
of her unmerciful non-existing soul. Then she closes her lids and sees. . .

“Satan, are you upon me? Will you be the one to take me to your burning
world?” her tears of blood trickle down her face “Are you my savior?”
“I am your savior, I’m your hope—I am not Lucifer”

“Is that why I’m hollow? Is that why I deserve no mercy?”
“You are not important to yourself, you are important to the world. Lucifer
would love nothing more than to make you his accomplice—you are the only
human without a soul. . .who has no pity or mercy for anyone.”

“Then why are you here?”
“To kill you. You’re a liability and too much of a risk to be alive. You
must die, as a servant of my lord, I must kill you.”

“Wait! Are you not my hope?”
“Yes, I am. I’m also humanity’s hope. Any last words?”

“Yes.” The messenger prepared for the killing
by sharpening his gleaming
sword

“I have only one thing to say, hope never prevails. It is a supposed
gift which is used to manipulate the human mind to believe that there is a
possibility of success, when the situation is simply impossible.”

“Poetic. Goodbye Anna.” The messenger raises his sword
but then Anna’s lids opened.

She’s back— back in the corner of the same wretched house.
Worse than her nightmare.

But then she shudders as she feels hands dragging her
“Anna, come on. Let me take you somewhere better.”
“No.”
“Anna please,” said the beautiful women in white.
Anna struggled for life, but then she surrendered.
“Take me, but promise me that you will grant me a soul.”
“Only God can do that. Maybe you will be able to ask him, if he allows
it—considering your unique case . . .”
“It’s true then, I have no soul?”
“Yes”
“Why?”

“Your mother had no soul to give you because she killed her first born
child. People’s souls come from their mothers. Your mother had no soul to
give you because hers’ was taken away.”

Right then Anna fell, deeply, right into the hands of God.
She would have a soul, even if it meant dying for her cause.

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