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• Alina: part-4

  The ride was long and boring. I got some more answers from Alina.“Your soul bears a stigma from your past life. A curse which was inflicted upon you by a witch. That witch is no more. Not even her soul remains but that’s exactly why your curse lingers even in your new life.The afterlife or the hell is a system which purifies the soul. Your soul should be cleansed after being punished in hell. That’s how it goes.The witch held a grudge so deeply against you that she went this far. She used her own soul as payment for your curse. It’s abnormally potent. When I saw you in my visions, I started searching for you. That’s when I saw your soul bearing the curse. As things stood, your soul was vanishing too. I had to step in and make sure your soul lived.That’s why your original personality got masked under the protection I put on your soul. Now your original personality is speaking.” (Alina)“True that the previous me does not feel like myself at all. It was as if my body was possessed.

• Alina: part-3

  After her confession and my acceptance, we stayed in limbo. She would train with me, teach me how to use my powers, give me knowledge about her father and the system and tell me about creation itself.It didn’t feel bad. I was calm, collected and logical. I did feel that logic would hinder my ability to love as it made me a bit shy.Alina didn’t mind it. She explained what she did to me when I was alive.“You were originally supposed to be the quiet and brooding type. You would were to be cynical, logical and aloof. However you would attract a lot of girls if I had left you like that. So I changed your personality a bit. I changed it to how you acted. That made you likable but also diverted any girls from getting too close to you.” (Alina)“So, I am back to how I am supposed to be?”“Yes. Honestly, your soul carries a little too many thoughts. I am not saying I don’t like you. Now, you are more like a serious child than a cheerful one. I quite like it.” (Alina)Our conversations woul

• Alina: part-2

  My next torture was flogging. I would be flogged by the torturers infinitely for an indefinite period. But I made a dash for the entrance of the layer the moment I was out of the vat. I found out that day that the guards of hell were actually pretty weak.If I have to sum it up, the guards of hell were as strong as a regular human. They were humanoid but had totally different looks.They were grotesque to say the least. Even a glance at them would give you nightmares for days.Looking at them for so long, I became accustomed to their looks. At first, I couldn’t differentiate between them. Eventually I got the hang of it and I started to notice their individual differences.I tried talking to them but they do not have their own will. They were like flesh dolls with primitive commands.Their jobs were following the schedule and guarding hell. I pushed them into the vat and dashed towards the entrance. Many guards came for me but my body was different somehow.I was stronger than the g

• Alina: part-1

  Let’s go back in time a bit. I was in hibernation but the timer ran out. I had a rude awakening. My consciousness was dizzy and memories were jumbled. It was similar to a hangover. I was lost in my thoughts, trying to piece together my memories. It was painful as if my life had changed. Then I slowly remembered what had happened. I went from being a hopeless romantic to being branded as a heretic and executed. It didn’t end there. I went from being in the afterlife to being thrown in the deepest layer of hell. All of this happened because I was in love. I had a lot of time there. I had some companions to keep me company down in hell. I cooled my head. It’s both metaphorical and literal. The deepest layer of hell, Niflheim, was a cold place. The average temperature ranged from absolute zero to even lower than that. In the third dimension, it would have been impossible due to the physical limitations of the dimensions but Niflheim transcended dimensions. It was possible. The col

• Reboot program

  The situation is pretty dicey. Every creator is confused. Azathoth has gone missing. I will not take any direct actions and primordial creators are coming out, one after the other.I may be called Constant but even I didn’t expect this outcome. Azathoth was asking questions that were rather troublesome to answer.I didn’t want to deal with the fallout so I just ignored him. For some unknown reason, Chthulu thought I had a plan. She went ahead talked about my nonexistent plan to others.“She really is a go getter, isn’t she?”“So much so that it even shocks me from time to time.”My partner is taunting me. But she is right! I should have been more forthright. I kept hiding things and it became weird.I should have told Chthulu that I had no plans whatsoever. She assumed that I had one since I answered her questions with silence.Silence doesn’t mean agreement but it becomes open ended. Chthulu always took my silence as my approval. It didn’t affect us much so I never bothered to make i

• Not good with attention

  Stepping out of my own construct feels weird. How long has it been? That question feels redundant. Time has no meaning to beings like me anymore. No creator is bound by time. To us, it’s just a byproduct of creation.I noticed it when I stepped out but my construct really is in a weird place. There’s nothing else around it. I am isolated from all other constructs.I didn’t place my construct in any particularly remote place. I guess other creators and newer generation moved elsewhere.I should go to the nearest construct to ask for directions. Because of my isolation, my senses are not working. Even creators have senses. Mine are dull so let’s ask someone who knows.The first construct I find will be my neighbor too since it’s closest to mine. I don’t expect them to know me since I am not a memorable person nor have I made any public appearances in forever.If you ask me, how far is your neighbor from you? To put into perspective, imagine I live in a single house in the woods about a