"The death of the soul?" Ashlynn whispered. "What… does that…" her mind shook, struggling to process the concept. It wasn't that she didn't understand. It was that it was too horrifying to accept.
"If you can cause the death of the soul," Ashlynn said, her eyes trembling as she met Nyrielle's midnight gaze. "Then you can stop a person from ever reaching the Heavenly Shores. If they die, then they will never…"
"That's a human belief," Nyrielle said, interrupting Ashlynn before her mind could go too far down that path.
Nyrielle had seen too much of the human's 'faith' in their 'Holy Lord of Light.' To her, the scriptures that spoke of struggle and rebirth into a higher station were nothing more than methods to convince the masses to accept their painful lives while the lords above them carried a 'divine mandate' because of supposed virtues in a previous life.
