In the depths of a cold, dark room, with no windows and no doors. Light and wind found no way in as this place was said to have been cut off from the rest of the world without any connections between in and out.
Quiet wails, whispers, rhythms, and hymns could be heard from outside the walls, but there was no way to confirm what it was that made those noises, nor did anyone have the courage to find out what it was that made those noises.
"I want to die. Please kill me."
"I want to die. Please kill me."
"I want to die, please kill me," echoed from in, out.
Was it a human or was it a ghost or something of supernatural origin? A curiosity that sparked among several people who once tried to research this entity. From the outside, it looked like a normal building without doors or windows, but what it contained was a mystery to the world.
"Let my blood pour and my soul wander and be relieved of this world and its never-ending suffering... aaahhh," I screamed, rolled, and fell off my bed.
I know I said I wanted to die, but I meant that metaphorically, not literally. Just because I was dreaming of my inner thoughts doesn't mean I have to wake up to a dagger on my bed beside me. I still need my soul, Geez.
Hey guys, as you've guessed, I'm The_Archiver. My Real Name is Charlie Josh. And this is just a skeptical book that'll be based on what I feel in everyday life, but with a few twists and turns to it. So feel free to ask questions about anything you feel confused about. Both from my other books and the public diary I'm showcasing.
Now, if you don't mind, I was just about to complete my summoning ritual.
"From the pits of darkness and the depths of despair, where hopes and grievances disappear, Hear my call and heed my plea, Oh mighty grim reaper, I summon thee," I sat with my legs crossed in front of a circle with a six-pointed star in the middle, drawn with what looked like blood on the ground and lit candles around it, on the ground in a dark room.
Then Circle glowed with an ominous red color, and out of it came a hooded figure of a guy holding a scythe.
As he stepped out of the circle, his facial features began to illuminate. Black hair, Red eyes with a low, depressing grin, wearing a black hoodie on jeans.
Yeah, guys, this is the real description of the Grim Reaper. He's a total ten out of ten, and if I were a girl... I rest my case. So...
"Oh, you came... finally," I said excitedly. "You always show up when you want to. What's the point of doing a whole summoning ritual successfully, when the summon shows up at his own convenience?!" I said, annoyed.
"Of course, I'm the Grim Reaper, I'm always busy harvesting souls." He says in a low, mildly annoyed deep tone.
"So are you finally ready to harvest my soul?!!" I asked, my eyes beamed with excitement.
"No, I'm here for Matilda."
"Damn it. Matilda, that lucky bitch. This isn't fair, I've been summoning you for the past five years, and you choose her over me?" I said, whining like a little bitch.
Yeah, that's right. For the past five years, I've been using my hard-earned cash to buy fake blood for a magic circle. Why?! Cause I didn't want the FBI on my case, and I couldn't use mine because I'd probably fall unconscious from loss of blood. If I fall unconscious, who's gonna perform the ceremony? Though I do mix mine in a little bit anytime I have cuts or nosebleeds.
I also buy scented candles and some ceremonial ornaments like daggers, pumpkins, and people's heads. Fake People's Heads, Fake.
All to summon the grim reaper, so he can harvest my soul.
Why?!, You Ask?!
Because I heard that if you die, your soul either wanders off into the world without a destination, or you either go to heaven or hell.
I'll be real with you. By the way I've lived my life until now, Heaven isn't even in my sight, but I don't want to go to hell either. And I definitely don't want to stay here, wandering around without a destination. I've already done that.
But it's believed that if the Grim Reaper takes your soul, it would be transported to a magical place beyond the rainbow, where fairies live and sprites jump for joy while co-existing with the spirits of the ancients and souls of the previous and existing worlds.
Totally Believable, right?!, I read it from a book I got from a shaman down an alley. So...
"Ricky..." That's the name I gave him. "...why don't you want to take my soul? I mean, I followed the instructions as the book said."
"I told you to stop calling me that. And how would a mere mortal like you get the tome of eternal darkness?" he asked in an annoyed and frustrated yet sluggish tone.
"I got it from the back alley."
Ricky slapped his face as he sighed, "I should've expected that answer."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"Uhm..., Well..." He sighed, "Honestly, your soul isn't really helpful to me in any way. Since I am a neutral being that harvests souls without being influenced by either heaven or hell, I need two things." He said as he sat down on a chair facing me.
"Righteousness and Iniquity. These two balls in my hand are souls." He said as he showed two balls floating in his hand, one white and one black. "The lighter a soul is, the more righteousness; and the darker it is, the more iniquity. I use the positive energy from the... Hey, are you even listening to me?" Ricky yelled at me.
I was sleeping. Yeah, he totally lost me at the part where he said he needed two things. I'm really tired now, so I'll continue tomorrow.