"So, I have died, hnnn…" said a light bulb that was beside countless others, that was the soul of the sick man, he was not as confused as all the other souls but the only thing of which it didn't make any sense was. "Why did a go straight to hell, not even a trial or something?"
But no one heard him and him heard no one as everything was silent and dark as it was in a world with the darkest sky ever seen, countless souls marched in desolate lands towards what seemed an endless yellow sea where there is a never-ending bridge that you could not only see how ancient it was, but you could feel it as well.
"I am no longer sure of anything." But the only thing he was sure, was that he and the others soul were not marching out of their own will, but by some mystic binding force and were fast approaching the ancient bridge.
After what seemed a couple of hours, he and the countless souls were finally at the bridge entrance, where the greatest arch ever seen by any of the souls present there, had on both the left and the right side an enormous demonic looking statue, with three heads, six arms and nine eyes. Both statues having each face displaying a different kind of emotion be it sadness, anger or happiness and each arm having a different weapon with all their eyes closed.
Yet despite seeming to be inanimate objects they still give a sense of dread. "How can a statue make my fell fear?"
"Those are not just statue, I am sure of it, yet despite being so ferocious they seemed to guard the entrance of this bridge,"
"I wonder what is on the other side?"
Suddenly a thunderous voice was herd "The mortal souls that have been allowed to reincarnate have arrived."
"Reincarnation! This, how can it be?" asked the soul of the sick man, and as always no one answered yet this time it didn't matter, because in the first sentence uttered by someone other than himself in this place were plenty of information.
Of course, now it makes sense the world of darkness, the yellow sea, the never-ending bridge, and the countless souls, this must be the Netherworld with both the Yellow Spring and the Bridge of Forgetfulness, but how is this a spring is a f*cking ocean. But that had to wait as something never heard or seen was happening right before his soul and the others.
The eyes of both statues opened, one of the statues had his eyes as glowing red orbs and the other as blue, both speaking one word end letting the other finish. "Access allowed, you and the souls may enter." then they move slightly to make passage for the souls.
And what felt like both an eternity and an instance for the souls to appear on the other side of the bridge of forgetfulness, where there was waiting an old lady that looked like life wasn't too good with her.
She was serving millions of black pots to millions of souls, that were first to arrive on the other side of the bridge of forgetfulness.
With just a waving of her hand, every soul was forced to swallow the content of the black pots and then were sent towards the end of the bridge where whirlpools formed of countless colours and sounds never seen or heard by humans.
The whirlpools seemed to create countless skeleton heads trying to take even one more breath of air, but the same way they appeared the same way they despaired and countless others were created to take their place,
"There should be something in those pots that makes you forget your memories, to be able to reincarnate, and those creepy whirlpools should be the thing that reincarnates you, but I don't want to forget anything." said the soul of the sick of man.
"Oooo… even if most of those memories are bad?" asked an ancient yet benevolent voice.
"Mmm…" slightly shocked by the voice, the soul of the sick man still responded immediately. "Yes. because those memorise makes the person that I am."
"And w…w…who might you be ma'am?"
"He-he-he, why ask if you already know." Said the old lady that served the souls with the black pot.
"But why did you speak with me?"
"Aaaaa, don't think too much, I am taking to all the souls not only you."
"But why?" asked perplexed the soul of the sick man.
"Because I know how scared all of you are, even if you're not showing it."
"Isn't it pointless, after all will forget everything?"
"Maybe or maybe not, who knows, after all I am not by any means omnipotent, well it looks it your turn curious brat."
"Yes. It looks like it, the I am ready" said the sick man with firmness in his voice, but nothing happened.
"Ma'am it something wrong?" asked the soul of the sick man, looking towards the old lady, the only thing he saw, was the old lady looking towards what seemed to be the Horizon.
And in that moment, something happened that can only be described as a collision between planets. Two auras that spit the world, one that had the colours of black and red intertwined, and the other of black and green.
"What happened?" asked the sick man, but no one answered, lucky someone appeared out of nowhere beside the old lady.
"What is happening Madame?" asked the now appeared, valiant looking soldier, beside the old lady.
Without batting an eye, the old lady replied. "A quite strong Innate Treasure was born, and two Epoch Giants are fighting for it.
"Then what should we do Madame?" asked the soldier with a grim face.
"Don't worry even if it close to us, they only want the innate treasure" said the old lady, but her face changed immediately after that. "Forget what I said that damn treasure is coming straight towards us."
"Take the others and go as far as you can." said the old lady with a more serious face.
"But Madame our duty is to protect the souls even if we die." Said the soldier with an unwavering will.
"I don't have a problem of you dying for a good cause, but this is just you throwing away your life and the others, Now go, I will try to protect as many souls as I can." Said the old lady with a calm face.
"What if those Epoch Giants don't care about your status?" asked the soldier concerned.
"Ha-ha-ha… Don't worry even if they have the courage as high as the heavens and the intelligence as low as the earth, they still wouldn't have the balls to do something to my clone, after all is my clone." said the old lady with confidence and the took off in the air to meet with the immense auras of the so-called Epoch Giants.
"Epoch Giant, Innate treasure what are those?" asked to himself the soul of the sick man, yet it didn't matter, as it find out just be looking towards the horizon where two Giant entities that could make even the tallest building known by any of the soul present there, as nothing more than a toothpick, were chasing what seemed to be a shooting star.
Suddenly a thunderous yet dignifying voice was heard "Stop right there!"
"Hnnnn…" a snort that shook the world was heard from one of the Giants.
"Move away old witch or don't blame me for not giving you face, don't forget this is just a branch of the True Bridge of Forgetfulness, that reincarnates only mortal souls, and you are just a clone." said the other Giant.
"Then try kill me." said the old lady. "O my I forget you can't do it, Ha-ha ha."
For a moment both Epoch Giants couldn't say anything, after all killing this witch, be it her just a clone, would still bring enough bad luck to make it impossible to go out of their hiding place until the end of the Epoch, and that not being the worst part, killing her would also mean falling out with the Netherworld forces.
"Then we will not kill you, we just need to suppress you." Smirked the quiet one. "Hey, you poisonous old man, lets supress this witch and the best takes the treasure."
"Fine by me, you bloody brat."
"I really didn't want to do this." said the old lady and then she waved her hand, with just this movement alone the Bridge of Forgetfulness started to vibrate and with the vibration an ancient aura gushed out and united with the aura of the old lady, make it almost equal to the aura of an Epoch Giant,
Alas, it was in vain as they were two giants with both being slightly stronger than the old lady yet that was enough to protect the majority of souls and giving the treasure a chance to breath and even almost escape.
"This is… the binding force has weakened; I can almost move, this might became an opportunity if I'm lucky enough if not I may die from good, after all I don't think there are places for dying of soul destruction, I just need the right timing." said to himself the soul of the sick man as it preparing for a dance with true death, was just another day.
"You damn Witch!" Roared one of the Giants and attacked even more viciously, as not only the old lady intervened as it almost got his hands on the treasure, but it almost sent it to his rival.
"This is it my chance of escape, and maybe more," said the soul of the sick man, as he left like he was fired by a gun, and he was not the only one as hundreds of other daring souls did it as well.
As fate has it the treasure seemed to notice as well that some souls have separate from the group and are going straight towards some creepy whirlpools and feeling is only chance of escape as well, it goes straight towards them.
"NO!"
"NO!"
"No!"
Three heart wrecking -no- were heard two for God-like existence and one from the lowest existence a mortal.
"Go back you damn star or at list chose another whirlpool or you'll kill us both" roared the soul of the sick man towards the treasure, as two gigantic palms were coming down to crush them, yet it didn't seem to care, luckily at the last moment an even more giant wall was formed right between the palms and the two little fugitives, giving enough time for them to escape in the whirlpool and be reincarnated.