The Value of a Soul
by Livvy P
"I shouldn't be letting you do this you know," a gruff voice was heard in the shadows. "But…" came another voice, "I need to do this. If I don't, who knows what will happen?"
The gruff voice was quiet for a moment, but then a door opened from seemingly nowhere, revealing absolute darkness.
"Good luck…" the gruff voice spoke, for once having an almost guilty sounding tone to it. An ominous feeling crawled down the back of the second voice, as they walked into the pitch black darkness.
They walked forwards into the blackness, watching the light fade from around them, and a click was heard. The door they had come from was now closed and locked, unable to be opened from the inside again.
--
"I told you not to come back. You had your chance, it'd be better if you just left- or I'll have to take you out myself." Oddysa overheard someone talking, but didn't pay much mind- until she heard something.
"But please! Please let me stay! I have to sell my soul!" The once busy Coacalina had become practically silent, as hearing those words disturbed their time making deals and drinking Sudea, as well as Green Draconic Ale. Everyone alike turned their heads towards the two speakers, as a new form of interest had been formed.
Oddysa had not turned to look yet, but several of those closest to her turned to her in assurance. Did they doubt her ability to hear?
--
Almost everyone in the Coacalina went silent at hearing those words. A soul? Someone had wanted to sell their soul? That was something valuable to everyone in the place, something that most Lives had. Lives like him.
Slowly, the female sitting at the table, drinking her Fire Dragon Spice Ale, turned around, her eyes gazing at the Live talking to the Keeper. There was a spike of interest in her eyes- those multichrome eyes that shone in the darkness- and she began to speak in the silence of the room. Her name was Oddysa, the Soul-Stealer. Her voice alone brought shivers down the backs of many, and she showed no care for who she was to others.
"The Live has a soul they want to sell? For what purpose?" The Live visibly shuddered in fright at the almost frosty yet alluring tone the Soul-Stealer had. Obviously, he had never seen Oddysa before.
"I…" It seemed words had failed him, as his gaze focused solely on her beautiful eyes. She gazed back at him, as if forcing him to speak to her and no one else. "If I don't sell my soul… I will lose everyone close to me, and they will die sooner than they should. I need to save them, I can't lose them."
Oddysa nodded slightly, thinking it over in her mind. The others in the room were anxious, itching to get their hands on the soul if the Soul-Stealer denied the Live. Why wouldn't they? If you could take the soul of a Live, you could do anything with them.
--
"Follow," Oddysa finally spoke, and it caused an outbreak of grumbles and annoyance. She knew what they called her- a Soul-Stealer. No one knew what she did with the souls she collected, only that she took them and no one asked her about it. Not even those who worked with her knew. There were rumors, of course, but that made her more terrifying than she actually was. Granted, the rumors worked in her favor, but it made others too nervous to want to work with her.
She wasn't exactly a Soul-Stealer, but a Soul-Seeker instead. Similar words, different meanings. What Oddysa did was a secret thing no one but her family took a part of for centuries of generations. Her past generations had gathered the souls of those who had decided to sell their own souls, and used them for whatever reasons they had. Whatever their reasons were, their reasons weren't Oddysa's. Her reasons were a little more… involving.
--
He, who had walked into the place with the sole goal of selling his soul that day, had no idea he'd be selling his soul to such a beautiful creature with multichrome eyes. She had scales that looked silky smooth to the touch, rough and messy grey-blue hair that also looked like she ran her scaly fingers through it many times. Stress, perhaps?
After he had heard her voice, all thoughts in his mind had gone silent, shocked into submission to answering her question. As soon she told him to follow her, he immediately moved towards her, watching as she got off the chair she was previously on, and followed her to another wall in the place.
He thought as if she could read his thoughts maybe, but now his thoughts were consumed with words of her. After leading him to a wall, he couldn't help but feel curious on what was going on- until one of her nails had become sharper. She made a small circle with the sharpened nail on the wall, pressed it, and a door appeared. It was just like last time. She hadn't spoken a word to him besides what was said before, but his mind was consumed with thoughts of her, not even noticing how the place had become busy again, and some members of the room had disappeared.
The beautiful female in front of him opened the door inward, and stepped into the darkness- seeming as if she disappeared immediately. He hesitated, unsure to walk in or not, but a scaly hand came out of the darkness to grab his wrist- surprisingly gentle, against what he would have assumed her grasp was- and pulled him inside the darkness.
The door shut behind him quickly, the light fading, and his conscience faded to black as well. All he could feel was her gentle hold on him, and the surprising warmth he felt from her.
by Livvy P
"I shouldn't be letting you do this you know," a gruff voice was heard in the shadows. "But…" came another voice, "I need to do this. If I don't, who knows what will happen?"
The gruff voice was quiet for a moment, but then a door opened from seemingly nowhere, revealing absolute darkness.
"Good luck…" the gruff voice spoke, for once having an almost guilty sounding tone to it. An ominous feeling crawled down the back of the second voice, as they walked into the pitch black darkness.
They walked forwards into the blackness, watching the light fade from around them, and a click was heard. The door they had come from was now closed and locked, unable to be opened from the inside again.
--
"I told you not to come back. You had your chance, it'd be better if you just left- or I'll have to take you out myself." Oddysa overheard someone talking, but didn't pay much mind- until she heard something.
"But please! Please let me stay! I have to sell my soul!" The once busy Coacalina had become practically silent, as hearing those words disturbed their time making deals and drinking Sudea, as well as Green Draconic Ale. Everyone alike turned their heads towards the two speakers, as a new form of interest had been formed.
Oddysa had not turned to look yet, but several of those closest to her turned to her in assurance. Did they doubt her ability to hear?
--
Almost everyone in the Coacalina went silent at hearing those words. A soul? Someone had wanted to sell their soul? That was something valuable to everyone in the place, something that most Lives had. Lives like him.
Slowly, the female sitting at the table, drinking her Fire Dragon Spice Ale, turned around, her eyes gazing at the Live talking to the Keeper. There was a spike of interest in her eyes- those multichrome eyes that shone in the darkness- and she began to speak in the silence of the room. Her name was Oddysa, the Soul-Stealer. Her voice alone brought shivers down the backs of many, and she showed no care for who she was to others.
"The Live has a soul they want to sell? For what purpose?" The Live visibly shuddered in fright at the almost frosty yet alluring tone the Soul-Stealer had. Obviously, he had never seen Oddysa before.
"I…" It seemed words had failed him, as his gaze focused solely on her beautiful eyes. She gazed back at him, as if forcing him to speak to her and no one else. "If I don't sell my soul… I will lose everyone close to me, and they will die sooner than they should. I need to save them, I can't lose them."
Oddysa nodded slightly, thinking it over in her mind. The others in the room were anxious, itching to get their hands on the soul if the Soul-Stealer denied the Live. Why wouldn't they? If you could take the soul of a Live, you could do anything with them.
--
"Follow," Oddysa finally spoke, and it caused an outbreak of grumbles and annoyance. She knew what they called her- a Soul-Stealer. No one knew what she did with the souls she collected, only that she took them and no one asked her about it. Not even those who worked with her knew. There were rumors, of course, but that made her more terrifying than she actually was. Granted, the rumors worked in her favor, but it made others too nervous to want to work with her.
She wasn't exactly a Soul-Stealer, but a Soul-Seeker instead. Similar words, different meanings. What Oddysa did was a secret thing no one but her family took a part of for centuries of generations. Her past generations had gathered the souls of those who had decided to sell their own souls, and used them for whatever reasons they had. Whatever their reasons were, their reasons weren't Oddysa's. Her reasons were a little more… involving.
--
He, who had walked into the place with the sole goal of selling his soul that day, had no idea he'd be selling his soul to such a beautiful creature with multichrome eyes. She had scales that looked silky smooth to the touch, rough and messy grey-blue hair that also looked like she ran her scaly fingers through it many times. Stress, perhaps?
After he had heard her voice, all thoughts in his mind had gone silent, shocked into submission to answering her question. As soon she told him to follow her, he immediately moved towards her, watching as she got off the chair she was previously on, and followed her to another wall in the place.
He thought as if she could read his thoughts maybe, but now his thoughts were consumed with words of her. After leading him to a wall, he couldn't help but feel curious on what was going on- until one of her nails had become sharper. She made a small circle with the sharpened nail on the wall, pressed it, and a door appeared. It was just like last time. She hadn't spoken a word to him besides what was said before, but his mind was consumed with thoughts of her, not even noticing how the place had become busy again, and some members of the room had disappeared.
The beautiful female in front of him opened the door inward, and stepped into the darkness- seeming as if she disappeared immediately. He hesitated, unsure to walk in or not, but a scaly hand came out of the darkness to grab his wrist- surprisingly gentle, against what he would have assumed her grasp was- and pulled him inside the darkness.
The door shut behind him quickly, the light fading, and his conscience faded to black as well. All he could feel was her gentle hold on him, and the surprising warmth he felt from her.