I died yesterday yet lived again tomorrow. My wounds festered as I bowed in sorrow, for the sake of a hobby I'm being given another body. I worshiped their names yet have forgotten mine; how long has it been since I survived? If I could take back what's mine, I'd spit in their tongues and suffocate their wives.
"How curiously it dies, I don't know how else to say"
"Oh! It depends on what the game may summon"
"Look, its soul is intact!"
"Surprisingly uncommon!"
They've waved a death flag over me yet now they're praising me, let all hell break lose for when they do it's for nothing good. What will it be this time? A decade, a century, another loop…until when will they be satisfied? I kneel here stupid like some mime.
Their laughter echoed in space while I am hailed at their court. Beings larger than my blurring eyes could see came forth sat upon golden thrones surrounding this poor state of mine. Everything else was blinding yet their faces were deep in the shadows above with merely a lip to spot if I bend my head backwards enough. I've done this so many times to account that the scramble of unknown languages they speak are nothing but familiar to me. I could understand them fully. What was the cause of my death anyway? Suffocation, maybe, my lungs still burn. Judging from my wet clothes and swollen body, I probably drowned for the eighty-eighth turn. I'm supposed to be dead and I am, but they've kept my soul conscious and my physical spirit present.
At first, I was in denial of all the shit they put us through. I couldn't do anything about it after all. I was bounded by these fools. Not much a flee can do but latch unto wherever they are and well…survive.
Beyond the threshold of the physical universe lurks the entities that shapes its course. They guide all that is living and all that is dead, as simply one of their chores. No matter the era, their trespass into the worlds are recorded as adventures, summarized as tales, folklore, and mythologies. All the likes of the mortal unknown. But they are malicious beings, they grant blessings which are actually cursed. After all, creations are made for the sole purpose of using, even when it's forced. And I happen to be among the few who were unfortunate, for the best of their entertainment they would enslave souls. It is not simply a game but a gamble, they loved to put their pride up to stir trouble. It wouldn't be a game if none is winning and commandments where losers are willing. It was just their mistake to have chosen one with a memory that infinitely recalls. I could remember the day I was conceived to the point where I was turned into a pet pig by one of these fiends. Now I am here giving it all that I've got. While stuck in this perpetual cycle, I have finally managed a breakthrough, a loophole in all of this mess though I still need to be more thorough.
It is what I had been doing for the past thousands of my lifetimes, what I had been dedicating myself unto. All ended in failure, of course. I did anything just to piss them off.
The giants once again burst out laughing, and clapped their hands as the oracle started sighing. It was time to announce the story they'll be directing.
The oracles cleared their throats.
The theme's historical not hysterical.
The story is set and options you'll get.
You cannot physically interfere, your blessings alone must persevere.
The ending may not be told but the story must unfold.
To win thy game, the ending must be changed.
But there's someone in the story that bares karma.
The villain of this drama.
The one who knows all fate of whichever choice you take, the reincarnate.
"How preposterous! A character of cheat?"
"But how are we to know this fiend?"
"What if we played the same exact ending?"
"That is the fun of the game, isn't it?", complaints came one after the other. These prideful gods were not good with their temper.
Whilst they continued to argue, what happened next was a blur, the oracles have now surrounded me in between the barrier where I could no longer hear and see the gods clearer, then in my ear they whispered something that is the answer to all of my prayers. "Hello Karma". I had yet realized my sickening grin when they had suddenly pried my soul open. I cried in agony as I relished this destiny, this once in a blue moon's opportunity. Everything around turned dark, they must have hidden me. One took out a book from under its cloak and shoved it into my brain, after that I was feeling so drained. All of my lives started to flash before my very eyes, the sheer amount of memory it recalled, it's something worse than a migraine. I thought I was dying again but I was revived. The torture was not only psychological but more so physical to the point where I could feel my nose and eyes bleed. I screamed as loud as I could, if I can hold them to strangle I already would. This pain they're putting me through, I can bare all of it for I hold the prize of tomorrow, the story is now engraved into my head. I am the reincarnate.
I couldn't even hold in a laugh, I laughed so hard that all the oracles could say was, "What the fuck". Then they left me there for dead, immobilized, even if it is just my soul they were touching, I still feel every one of those with an inkling. My afterlife isn't an escaped from my physical form, I am still trapped inside it until I get a new form.
I dropped heavily on the ether of the theatre after seeing everything, shaking and exhausted from this stupor ,the overload of memories all at once I'm afraid that if I do not compose myself enough, I might do something stupid and jump at them demanding their heads. I've done that before and it was another kind of torture they impaled unto me.
"Hahaha!"
Their voices…Their presence…
"Bahahaha!"
These fuckers, who are laughing like maniacs in front of me now, the ones who put me through all of that hell of an infinite amount of lives, are the same gods who created me and the physical realms.
How dare I, a mere creation defy my own creators.
At first I didn't dare to question them, I know I am beneath them so I simply begged for comfort instead. It didn't even have to be my freedom but at least the feeling of it. Just anything that could stray my mind off my cruel reality, something to keep me sane. But they didn't make it as simple as I had wished. It was everything but comfort. After that, I never hoped for mercy.
"Shit, it's starting"
"What was the theme again?"
"Ending reset"
"The hell, that's too complicated"
"Who knows"
"We'll lose!"
"Check in with the other groups, ask them about theirs"
In most of my lives I had been a selfless coward. I've fought back and given up, many times over. I didn't care what happened all I kept doing was pray that this would all end. Someday for sure, but do I still have the courage to keep this up? I'm not so sure.
All I know is that I want to piss them off. Even if it takes me the whole of eternity to do it. I need to avenge myself. Of course, it 's crazy. Going against the very gods who created you, the audacity of it is simply unhinged but luckily… so am I?
"Hehe…"
"HEUHAHAH!"
In this theatre of the heavens, I alone face my creators. My Gods. They are looking down upon me from their glorious thrones and their ethereal enormous bodies. I look so much like them only smaller but why am I deemed worthless in comparison? After the oracles were in contact with me, I disappeared from their sights entirely.
I suddenly saw blood dripping down from my jaw and I realized the bleeding of my nose hadn't stopped. My tongue bleed as I bite and my nails dug into my thighs. It was my soul shredding. Am I really this excited? I loathe them so much that I could gouge out my eyes.
From my bleeding corpse, the last thing I heard before descending from their ether were the gods cheering after the oracles allowed them to bless their 'creatures'.
"This theatre awakens in all its glory! My dear patrons, so forge your characters and bless their souls. And remember to never play its ending, is the ultimate goal", the oracles gloriously announced. Light began emerging from underneath me until it blinded my sight and I knew then that I was about to be brought back to life in yet another world that is the theatre for gods, so I rejoiced and simply muttered…
"As you wish masters"