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Memories of a Soul in the Underworld 35

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Long ago I sold my soul and doomed myself to an eternity in the Underworld. I did everything they wanted for centuries, but no more! I'll find a way out of my destiny or die trying! I leave you my story in the hope that someone else can succeed if I fail.

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When I awoke the next morning Escape was already gone.

Oscar brushed off his absence with the same indifference he showed every time our friend ran away.

"That idiot," he scoffed as we polished the officers' shoes. There was one small dirty bucket of water on the ground between us. "He'll be dragged back here within a day, perhaps even less."

"But what happens if he actually gets away this time?" I asked.

"That will never happen," Oscar laughed. "That brainless buffoon, may be able to wriggle his way out of any noose or chain, but he has no idea what to do once he actually gets away. Any sane person would have the sense to formulate a proper escape route before even bothering to leave."

Part of me hoped that Oscar was wrong and Escape did get away, but I couldn't deny that I hoped to see him again. As much as they fought, I had become attached to Escape and Oscar after our time together.

"Hey soul!" Shouted a young foot soldier as he tossed a pair of shoes by Oscar's feet. "Shine these too!"

"We're under orders to only do the officers' shoes," snapped Oscar. "We don't have time for your disintegrating loafers."

"Yeah, well… I'll tell them that you weren't doing what you're supposed to," he poked his tongue out and shoved his middle finger in Oscar's face. "If you don't do what I say they'll punish you!"

My friend sighed in defeat and picked up the shoes. The young soldier walked away grinning victoriously.

"Arrogant, spoilt, overly privileged, waste of existence," Oscar muttered as he furiously scrubbed the shoes. "Fricken thinks he's actually gonna live to see the end of this week," he added followed by a string of insults which sounded more like something that Escape would have said.

As much as Oscar claimed that he didn't care about Escape, I noticed him glance over his shoulder several times. As though waiting for the moment when our friend would make another one of his dramatic reappearances.

But there was no sign of Escape that day.

Or the next.

Or the day after that.

After another two days I'd begun to accept that Escape could have gotten away. I pictured him in a beautiful exotic location. Doing as he pleased without having to worry about a mortal master.

Oscar rejected my idea. He, like all my long lost friends, denied that there was a way for souls to live as free men.

"No, it's not possible," he'd quickly mutter before changing the subject.

After one week, Oscar became… difficult to understand. He was quieter, more withdrawn, and would stare into the horizon when he thought no one was watching.

He never once voiced what he was thinking out loud, but it was almost as though he missed the third member of our small group.

"I'm sure that Escape's fine," I said in an attempt to reassure him.

Oscar huffed and quickly pulled his eyes away from the empty dunes in the distance.

He was sitting upon a mound of poorly buried shrapnel and bone. In addition to his crown and rings, he'd added a red cape which he made from a dead soldier's jacket.

I couldn't help but think that he looked like the tragic king of a long lost kingdom.

"No, that idiot is long gone from this world," he hissed.

"You don't know that!" I said. "Maybe he actually managed to escape. He practiced so much that he had to get away eventually, right?"

Oscar hopped down from his small mountain. "No, that's not possible."

"But perhaps he just got held up. Maybe he's stuck working with a different group? We could go look for him nearby later?"

Oscar didn't answer my question and instead walked forward. I gave up and followed behind him. Still convinced that Escape had to be alive out there somewhere, but unsure of how to make Oscar believe me.

The two of us soon arrived before a familiar bonfire of corpses. It had grown twice as large since my last visit. I had to shield my eyes with my hand to stop the smoke and ash from obscuring my vision.

The girl we used to deal with before was gone. Replaced by a young man with long ratty hair and large teeth. His mouth was fixed into a large grin, like being surrounded by death was somewhat enjoyable.

"Heya fellows!" He called out to us without a hint of formality. "It's your lucky day. You're on fire duty!"

"Roger," I quickly replied. Wanting to get myself away from that guy as soon as possible. "We'll go collect some-"

"No, no, no," he laughed. "Not that fire duty. I'm talkin' about that fire duty."

He pointed to a group of souls who were already submerged in the flames. Moving corpses to be destroyed and redistributing coals.

I gulped and took one step forward towards the blaze, but that arsehole put his hand out to stop me.

"You're not goin' in dressed like that, are you," he laughed. "That cheap arse uniform will go up in seconds. It's the only one you've got, so unless you want to spend the rest of the war butt naked, somebody's gotta strip."

"Crap," I swore under my breath.

I expected Oscar to protest and begin one of his rants about honour and dignity, but he instead obediently started stripping his clothes like he'd lost the will to protest.

I also quickly removed my own clothing as the soul with the large teeth intensely watched.

"Nice arse," he commented. "Man, if I was still alive, I'd so pound into-"

I blocked out the rest of his words, and instead focused on Oscar who'd removed everything except his handmade crown.

I reached out to remove it from his head. "Oscar, you need to take this off-"

"It's fine," he brushed my hand away. "It's fashioned from metal, so it shall not burn."

"Oh, yeah, of course," I muttered. "You're probably right."

I grabbed hold of his wrist and dragged him into the bonfire. The crumbling hot coals shifted and collapsed under my feet, making it difficult to maintain my balance and I almost slipped several times.

Another soul, blackened by ash, shoved the remains of a mortal into my arms. I stumbled, tried my best to shoulder his weight, and along with Oscar's help we laid him down on top of the blaze.

I turned and tried my best not to watch as the fire consumed the dead man's body, but it was impossible to block the corpses out. I'll never forget the images of them crackling and melting.

Oscar hated that place even more than I did. His eyes were grim, lips tightly pressed together until they formed a straight line, and he didn't say a word as we lay the bodies down to burn.

"Hey Oscar," I said in an attempt to distract him from the scene before us. "Do you remember the time that Escape switched uniforms with that one guy and rubbed dirt into his face. They spent days searching for him, but he was at camp all along. He thought that if he ran once they gave up looking, then it would be easy to get away. But it didn't work in the end, did it?"

Oscar scoffed, but I saw his mouth curve into a smile for one short moment.

Until the eyes of the body in our hands suddenly sprang open.

The deathly pale mortal, face mostly concealed by blood and dirt, jerked as though awaking from a dream. His grey eyes rolled around in their sockets, then fixed themselves on Oscar.

He lunged at my friend, wrapping his blue fingers around Oscar's neck.

Oscar cried and fell backwards. The mortal landed on top of him. Straddled his body and squeezed his neck.

I couldn't tell if the half dead man was the enemy or one of our own, until he began frantically chanting words in a language I couldn't understand.

"Niyingaishiniyingaishi," he chanted like a madman.

The mortal's hands began to glow red, and a bright white light emerged from beneath his palms.

Then Oscar screamed.

Long agonizing cries of pain like the souls in the dungeon as the demons slowly erased them.

"No! No!" I cried.

I dove at the mortal and desperately pulled on his arms, but I couldn't break his grip. He was desperate to destroy my friend even if it meant letting himself burn to death.

"Let him go!" I screamed.

Oscar's face began to glow red, and the man's hands began sinking through my friend's neck as though Oscar was made of water.

"Stop it!" I pounded my fists against the mortal's back as Oscar began disappearing before my very eyes. "Please stop it! I beg you! We don't need to be saved! Just let him go!"


The mortal fell lifelessly forward and I looked up to see an ash covered soul nonchalantly holding a bloody steel pipe in his hands.

That soul just stood there. Examining the mortal without saying a word, then turned and went back to work as though the whole incident was nothing.

"Oscar?" I asked hesitantly but there was no reply. It was difficult to see him under the mortal's body which had begun to melt. "Oscar?"

I used all my strength to roll the body off my friend.

There was nothing underneath it but coals, which I desperately searched through. Clinging onto the weak hope that my friend had somehow sunk through.


But as much as I looked, there was nothing left of him except a single iron crown.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading this chapter. Sorry it was a little short, but I wanted to focus more on the next one so I decided to end it here. I already finished the written draft for the next chapter, so it should be up soon.

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