Blood Saga

Death ,According to some mythological beliefs, when someone dies, their soul is judged in the afterlife based on their deeds. Others suggest that the soul is reincarnated, beginning a new cycle of life. However, I beg to differ. In my opinion, after death, your soul gets trapped in eternal darkness. I say this because I am currently experiencing it.

Death is not what I expected. Now that I am feeling it, I find it's surprisingly peaceful. In this eternal darkness, where not a single soul can be found, I am trapped. But within this cage of shadows, devoid of any hint of life, lies a peaceful solitude that I've come to enjoy.

No matter how hard I try, I cannot open my eyes. Yet, I like this experience. I don't know how much time has passed in worldly terms—a day, perhaps a week?

At first, it was nothing but the void. Peaceful. Endless. Still.

Then, I felt it—something I hadn't sensed in what felt like an eternity. A presence.

The faintest touch grazed my hand, jolting me from my tranquil solitude. My instincts screamed to react, but my body refused to move. Straining against the inertia, I forced my eyes open. For the first time in what could have been days—or centuries—the darkness cracked.

Standing before me was a child, his tiny hand clasping mine.

He was... breathtaking. Otherworldly. His eyes, deep pools of blue, shimmered as if holding the weight of an entire ocean. They weren't just looking at me—they were looking through me, into every hidden part of my soul. His hair, a simple black, seemed so ordinary in contrast to the glowing light radiating from his body. The soft illumination wasn't harsh, but rather, it pushed back the abyss, carving out a fragile bubble of existence around us.

I couldn't speak at first. My throat was dry, and my mind raced to make sense of what I was seeing. Finally, I managed to rasp, "Who are you? And… how did you get here?"

He didn't answer.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and unyielding. I asked again, my voice more insistent, but the boy just stared at me, his ocean-blue eyes wide, his expression unreadable. He wasn't ignoring me. No—it was as if he didn't understand my words. Or maybe, he didn't need to.

Why am I even asking him this? I thought to myself. He obviously died like I did and ended up here. That much was clear.

I stared at the kid with curiosity, but he showed no inclination to answer my questions. I kept asking him for what felt like a long time, but he remained silent, simply gazing at me as if I were some kind of ghost. Then, out of nowhere, he began pulling me in a specific direction.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Sighing, I finally said, "Alright, kid. I'll go with you. Just stop pulling me."

I followed the boy into the void, his small hand firmly clutching mine. We walked in silence for what felt like an eternity, the endless darkness surrounding us like a shroud. Then, in the distance, I noticed it: a faint spark of light. It shimmered like a star on a moonless night, fragile yet inviting. My steps faltered as I stared at it, curiosity gnawing at me.

"What is that?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The boy didn't answer—he hadn't spoken a single word since he appeared. Instead, he tightened his grip on my hand and tugged me forward.

As we neared the light, its brilliance grew. It wasn't harsh or blinding but warm, almost soothing. My pulse quickened despite myself. What could this light mean in a place so devoid of anything else? I glanced at the boy, hoping for some kind of explanation, but his expression remained unreadable. His ocean-blue eyes were locked on the light, as if it held answers only he could understand.

Without warning, the boy released my hand and turned to face me. He reached up, his small hands gently cupping my face. I froze, unsure of what he was doing. His touch was soft but oddly heavy, as though carrying the weight of something far greater than his tiny frame.

"What are you—" I began, but my words caught in my throat as he leaned forward. His forehead touched mine, and a sudden, searing pain shot through my skull. I gasped, stumbling backward, but he held me in place with an impossible strength. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground, clutching my head as the pain intensified.

Through the haze of agony, I saw him change. His body began to glow, brighter and brighter, until it was almost unbearable to look at. Then, he dissolved into a ball of light—a radiant, pulsating sphere that hovered before me for the briefest of moments.

Before I could even process what was happening, the light surged forward and struck my chest. A scream tore from my throat as the light pierced through me, its heat spreading like wildfire. My vision blurred, and the darkness around me began to twist and shatter like glass.

I collapsed, my body trembling as consciousness slipped away. The last thing I saw was the spark of light, now burning brighter than ever, consuming the abyss.

"What the hell is going on? Where exactly am I?"