Chapter 69
Hellwalker.
-Before you woke, as every individual of your species, you went through a trial. You grew powerful in an endless battle in the depths of the umbral planes.
I initially thought a million years had passed from me dying and waking up as an exaggeration. Mainly because I felt I hadn’t breathed in that long. Because I hadn’t felt sunlight in that long. Because I hadn’t been relaxed in that long. I felt my life as distant.
Why such a precise amount of time? Why not a hundred years? I didn’t live that long on Earth, so why didn’t I think of fifty years? That was much more than I lived, anyway. Why a million, then? Why not another equally unfathomable number, like a thousand years?
It was not a figure of speech, I just found out. But the exact amount of time.
The vow I was pushed to make by my instincts left from Hell showed me I did my task of surviving, and then some. The time spent in Hell went through my mind in a second.
A million years of fighting to the death. A million years of eating demons. A million years of pain. A million years of insanity.
It began with a simple imp. I bashed its head with a rock, scared out of my mind. I had no clue what was going on. There was no higher entity to receive and guide me. Nothing. It was me and the demons. Naked and alone. There was no Satan, no icon of sin, no Princes of Hell. There were rulers, however. Hell is a prison. And there, the beings of the Abyss are chained. It’s understandable, then, that demons leave that place.
I quickly lost my mind. Hell is not a place conductive to sanity, it seems.
As fate would have it, Halves are born of highly concentrated E’er. My mind was remade. Healthy, working, better, faster. Unlike my Earth mind, which was mature and arguably old, the new one was fresh.
Why keep my memories, then? Why not start with a clean slate and begin from scratch? Why keep the knowledge that I died and lived such torment?