The souls of those that read usually looked extremely Heynis and disfigured while wrapped in a veil of darkness and surrounded by chains as dark as raven feathers , attached to who knows what. Is then when he saw this that he figured out that these souls weren't tortured , nor were they chained some unknown thing . They were actually souls that broke off the chain of their bodies , minds and souls. Breaking the chain between spirit body and soul is a Ludacris act that defies the laws of the heavens as it is breaking gods well.
This very act was the an act that needed to be done to Jack , so he can be reborn . But this vicious cycle can't be broken no matter for who, verse the he has been given a task by the heavens :
Thy name is Jack ,
Thy purpose is to Serve ,
Thy has a wish Ye wishth to speak ,
It's thys eternal rest ,
To grant thys wish thy must seek atonement ,
Atonement must be sought ,
Thus thy is forbidden to speak about this matter ,
Lest thy were to break thy last chance to heaven, Thy entry to thee holy doors shall be denied for eternity to come ,
Tis thy fate ye shall live
Though the heavens are cruel to Jack , he took the last strand of light he had found in his eternal abyss of darkness , as he did stares into the abyss , now the abyss shall stare at him with the same eyes he used , those full of pity , sorrow and contempt. Making him into an abyss of misery and degradation of self .
He then for some reason learned to distort his appearance and became a great actor , to the extent that he has deceived his very soul to think that this is his inevitable life that he should've lived since the beginning as throughout this whole process he didn't receive any kind of setback. It was so smooth that it didn't seem possible for this to continue and just as he predicted it didn't continue as gradually the tasks that were given upon him were getting larger and longer without rewards for achieving it. And this continues for the next 1000 years. Until the fateful day where the second decree of god came upon him :
"Child of man so young ,
Thy father , lover and offspring , have defiled thee sacred rights of reincarnation and creation,
Thus torn down thy path of redemption ,
Therefore , it's Ye's time to hunt ,
For I your maker , have smitten then into oblivion ,
Don't despair as Ye shall never see them again , "
As the decree ended Jack went into despair, what flash through his eyes was neither the calm sadness he was used to by now nor the the usual maddening events of his life , it was but a shadow of twisted emotions that he has desperately been caging ever since his wife died.
He then recalled his "wife" who had a face full of joy throughout his life ; her sun blonde bouncy hair that glimmered in the sunlight , her Phoenix blue eyes seeming to hold the world in contempt ,those peach like lips that were bright red like crimson flowers , her Snow White skin and her earthy sent of grass and sun. He could even remember her singsong voice as if birds were singing and her laugh that sounds like the jingles of bells , as well as the rythme of her step that continued into her elderly years , her never dying playful personality. He recalled the love of his life and the only one never to be forgotten, his one and only wife. Tears running through those lifeless eyes that see to make people feel that he was treated wrongly , as he was called out in a horridly horse voice : "Imelda, my dear Imelda what have I done to you my beloved, what have I done".