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Edited by The First Aifos: 2/26/2022 10:49:41 PM
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Soul Hunter (Story snippet)

The sound of rainfall. The splash of feet hitting puddles, as a child sprints down the sidewalk. Dark spires reaching up to an empty green sky. The child weaves in and out of shadows, as he runs past one streetlamp to the next. He clutches his coat tightly, as his only ward against the chill of night. A voice calls out from somewhere down the road behind him. "Don't let him get away! Kill the Witch!" He grips his coat tighter, and runs faster. Underneath his coat, his fingers wrap around a brass stopwatch, squeezing tighter, and tighter, until his knuckles turn white. He takes a turn around a corner, and the dark spires give way to the horizon of a green sky. He sprinted even faster, but then stopped dead in his tracks, as the street abruptly ended, with a steep drop off into the void. He stood still, at the edge of the cliff, panting. A pair of footsteps came up behind him. Turning around, he saw one of the men who was chasing him; a man with short black hair, dressed in an ornate black coat, with gold buttons. There was a badge pinned to his chest. "Soul Hunters Association" "Nowhere left to run." The man said, drawing a pistol, and aiming it at the child. "Wait.. Wait! Don't shoot!" The child yelled, gripping his pocketwatch even tighter. "Please don't shoot!" The man hesitated, and then sighed. "You knew this was the way it would have to end the second you cast that spell." The child's expression turned from one of fear, to one of rage. "Is this how it had to end? Or just the way you wanted it to?" The man closed his eyes. "I never wanted any of this." A gunshot. A child dies in the middle of the night. His hand falls limply to his side, and a small brass stopwatch tumbles out of his palm, onto the cold pavement. Then there was a long silence, broken only by the sound of rain. ~~~~~ [i]"It was four hundred years ago. The world ended. Nobody really remembers how, all we remember is what came next. Humanity refused to face its own extinction, and made a desperate last call for help. Their calls were answered by Death, who appeared before them, and offered them one last salvation. The souls of humanity were saved, and transferred to to a grand metropolis floating somewhere in an astral void. The City of the Dead. In the City, we could live our lives like normal, with one catch. We were only souls, and to remain in a human form, we required a Keepsake. An item, that could be pretty much anything, to keep on our person at all times. They tethered our souls to this world, and allowed us to stay human, even in this world after death. But, with the Keepsakes, came one other consequence of our postmortem existence. It was possible to extract the years of someone's life from their Keepsake. To channel more years into one. Suddenly, the years of a person's life became something to be traded. Gifted. Stolen. Yet, as it always seems to, life went on. Order managed to persist, even with this new grim reality. Until they came. They were called Witches. Nobody knew where they came from, or what they wanted, but somehow, they found a way to sacrifice their own years in exchange for powerful magics. As one might imagine, this also led them to the murder of innocents, to make up for the years they spent on their spells. Death ran rampant throughout the City. Beggars were killed in the streets, homes broken into and families murdered in cold blood. All in the name of fueling their dark magics. The Ruling Council was intent on putting a stop to this, and to counter the Witches' dark magic, they formed the Soul Hunters Association. Equipped with an arsenal of elite weaponry, the SHA waged war against the Witches, driving them back to the edges of the City. Now, they're reduced to huddling in dark rooms, plotting from the shadows, and the SHA stands proud as the new saviors of mankind. That should have been the end of it, and then she rose from the ashes. The Dark Witch, Nyx. A merciless killer, and the greatest master of magic I'd ever seen. Under her guidance, the Witches have become a threat to the City once again."[/i]

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