THEY CALL US MAKYANS. ISN'T THAT A WEIRD NAME for us who have died? The people who are alive however, are called the Goolies. This is the first thing you should know before getting into this.
Makyans are the dead. Goolies are the living. Which is a complicated concept, since you can still live after dying, but without the actual idea of… dying.
And no. No. Hell and heaven don't exist. Believe me, I swore it did while I was still alive. But it doesn't and maybe that one of the things that shocker me the most.
One thing is for sure, if the everyone knew they would be coming here after dying, none of them would ever fear death and they would be able to live to the fullest (and be reckless).
Should we talk about my death?
I died at 24 years old when I was living in Milan, Italy, in 1957. (But I'm natural of Sicily, also Italy). Yes, 11 years after the actual foundation of Italy as a republican country as we know. And I wasn't just 24 years old. No. I was two hours from turning 25.
Two. Hours. 120 minutes.
That is, until a random criminal came inside my house and shot three bullets on my forehead. Of course, I died right away. How tragic. And he must have been skilled because it was really difficult to enter my house since my father was a Consigliere of the Italian Mafia stationed in both Sicily and Milan.
Some time after that, I regained my consciousness while laying on a bed in a white room that smelled like a hospital. I had a bandage around my forehead and I was all covered up in some strange clothes. And believe me, it took me a long time to grasp the actual seriousness of the situation I was in at that time.
It's been almost 200 years since I first came here, so now I'm used to everything and everyone. But I spend about 50 years in pure disbelief. However, don't take time so seriously, because it passes differently for every planet, and especially weirdly in here.
After all, we aren't just talking about the fact that hell and heaven were a human creation and not real at all, but that this place is were everyone comes after dying. Not just people from Earth. All the souls from all the planets possible and that as a human I had never heard of.
Countless of different races.
So, yes. That was a lot.
This place is called Kath'aer. It's not a planet, nor a universe. More like a different dimension divide in sections and all. I've spent from my 51 to my 150 years here trying to learn everything that I could get my hands on, about this place. And I may or may not have stolen some information.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a very morally white person, okay? My dad was a Consigliere of the damn Mafia, you know?! I wasn't a Lady in distress, and that's why I hate the way I died so much because I had no time to react at all. You should know that my parents thought me everything I needed to know about being a Mafia criminal basically.
So, stealing or killing were never a big deal to me, as long as I need to do it. And it's definitely better than being killed or having any of my stuff stolen. Besides, I really wanted to know about things here.
As I said, Kath'aer is divided in sections, but I used to be confused about them, that was exactly the reason why I had to get this unavailable document. It was all in the name of understanding what happens here and why I haven't been put in the same place as my family, or why haven't found them in 200 years here. It's not like they stayed alive forever, at maximum they lived more 40 years, since they were both 51 years old already.
We take family seriously, okay?
So, when I got my hands on this document 49 years ago, I was stunned about the fact that it was coded. Like, seriously? I was just planning on borrowing for a while, but then I would need some time to decode it, so I had to take with me permanently.
Because of that I also had to leave Karhan, the section I was in, to Hymnyx, the section that was three sections far from mine. Then I bought a house with the glass stone I had gathered on the almost 150 years that I stayed on Karhan. And yes, glass stones is the money in here, and to make it all more confusing, they are like small glass balls, but unbreakable.
You can do lots of things to gather them.
Anyways, I moved to Hymnyx to try decoding the damn document so I could understand what the heck is happening here and how they divide the souls. After all, the people here don't talk much about that.
It took me fifty years to decode the document. Fifty years! Hah, I'm glad I'm already dead or I would lose most of my mortal life trying to read this piece of garbage.
Well, not garbage. More like a magical sheet made by who knows who. There is one of this is each section apparently, but only the highest commander of each section. They are like the presidents of the countries on earth, basically, since those sections are pretty much like a country each. But all under one High Commander that is from a race I don't know off yet, and according to the document, his name is Khystian Aleaeril Rhanlyn, he lives under the alias of Zathlas, and he's also the most dangerous and powerful being in the entire demension.
And the only people who have met him are the 10 strongest Commanders out of all the more than 1000 sections. So, 10 out of 1000. Oh, and according to the document, to be a Commander you have to be at least 500 years old.
What shocked me was the number of sections. 1000 is too much, taking into consideration that each of them are Russia-sized. Can you believe that? How huge is this damned demension to fit 1000 Russias inside of it? It's just ridiculous.