The worth of a soul... ever wondered how much is it?
Or of a life?
Does it depend on several factors? What if that person is your close relative who you love and care for dearly? Or like if that person is a stranger?
Does it vary person by person? Or are they the same?
This was the question that I asked myself today.
Today, at this place where nothing remains, everything has been destroyed. It looked nothing more than a ruin.
I held the clothes of a woman I cared deeply in my hands, while her body vanished into thin air right before me.
A sense of guilt filled my heart, I tried to scream but words felt silent to me...
An empty void enveloped my heart as I looked at the sky at a mysterious figure and begged him,
"Please, give her back to me."
But as if, he didn't listen to me at all, I found no response coming from him. I pleaded again and again, "I beg of you, take my life instead of her."
Still no use.
It was at this moment I realized that for him, we were nothing more than his playthings which he could torment as he wished, and we could not do anything against him.
Our lives held no worth to him.
I was furious... this wasn't it. This wasn't what I had in mind.
But I couldn't do anything, I felt helpless. Gritting my teeth, anger surged inside me, I pledged to my heart, that no matter what I will kill him.
Even if it means losing my sanity and going against everything, I will kill him. I raised my hand, pointing it towards the sky, and roared,
"I WILL KILL YOU FOR SURE!!!!"
And just when I said that something changed inside me, I felt my body going numb as I was hit with a terrifying bolt of lightning and my body fell to the ground.
But nothing I said or pledged happened, in the end, I was nothing in front of the god himself, my strength fell short... and I couldn't save anything.