Souls of Immortality - chapter one

Missed your life, missed your friends. You were pushed to war, caused by humans that won't even battle. You've lost your love, you killed your own heart. Long before you were alive, you were killed. Someone has drunk your blood and know you're dead. Somebody will pay for what they've done, your love will smile once again when you came back home to her arms. But still an epic battle awaits you and takes the energy and hopes of you, but the dream remains. Open your eyes, there's more to give than to take. And still you march, march against the scared and shaking bodies of the enemies. Living fear controls them and the one's aside you but that feeling was taken away from you long ago. You'll drink blood tonight, instead of the usual beer.
You're in the air along with a hundred men that cry for the wife's and sons back home, but still you're alone for you are the only one of your kind and you have to go to war. In the end, you'll be the only one standing up looking for friends or foes, but with blood in your mouth and many bullet holes in you clothes. No one to cheer for you but the souls of immortality. They were alive and well, the fought as well against the powers of nature, but they lost so now they're beside you in your own fight, they feed of your own desire to continue alive. But you've got to imagine how is your love back home for she may not miss you, but you miss her. Continued passage to the hole of hell where the bodies of the undead lay in the ground waiting for the souls lost in this combat. You'll take them there.
You lay on solid ground and look to each corner of your eye, spying what it may be your future. At night, you pray to fake gods to keep your soul after you're dead, what you don't know is that you'll never die. You have the annoying feeling that someone's watching you but you look behind and there's nothing there. In the darkness, you get lost in the never-ending thoughts of the beyond. You wish to see your lover but she's to far away from you. Now you consider yourself a dammed soul and curse against the one's that took you there. Soon you'll taste the bitter-sweet taste of victory, desiring what all immortals wish, the death of your body and soul. Nothing meant for you. A characteristic so human that almost makes you think that you're normal and that gives you hope.

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