Holy Sheoly by Hunter Blain

Author:Hunter Blain [Blain, Hunter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Argento Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-09-24T05:00:00+00:00

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I walked through Sheol for what felt like days with a growing mob of lost souls behind me. Tina stayed by my side as I searched for Da and Dawson. As the time went on, I noticed she was becoming more whole. Her arm was no longer comprised of just bone and now had a little bit of tissue covering it. Looking around the group, I could see more and more of the decomposition reversing as the souls were given a purpose again.

At the end of every day, when I decided it was best to let the souls rest, I would send a spout of heavenflame into the sky for as long as I could before my own energy began to wane. This allowed more lost souls stumbling in the dark to find us. Hope spread like a wildfire, and with it, so too did the responsibility that rested atop my shoulders like Atlas, threatening to crush me with the weight that only hope in a hopeless situation could bring.

After everyone was settled, I would walk through the crowd and talk to as many people as I could, letting them know they weren’t alone.

An odd feeling began in the center of my skull, taking a few days to formulate, and I realized that nearly everyone I had spoken to was...pleasant. Sure, there were some crabby apples in the bunch, but for souls that had supposedly been in Hell before ending up here, it surprised me to see such cordial, polite people.

I’d witnessed them helping one another, providing such simple sensory input as lightly dragging their fingertips over a distraught soul’s exposed skin, or even talking about anything that came to mind, just so someone in need could hear a voice. Hearing the voice of a friend, feeling the touch of someone we cherished, tasting the food we loved, smelling the cool air after a light rain during spring...such simple things that were taken for granted all our lives. Even pain could be sought after when your body no longer felt anything. That’s why Sheol was feared even more than Hell, where all the senses still remained, even if manipulated and molested.

I continued listening to the lost souls, hearing their stories, shaking their hands, or even embracing them when it felt right to do so...which was a lot. These people were in all stages of the worst situation any sentient creature could experience; the loss of hope.

Hope gave power to the powerless. Even when Silver had been mutilated and left dangling over his dead son, he’d still had hope. Hope that one day he would take revenge on Ymir, and that had kept him going.

Not everyone would get to live out their deepest desires like Silver had, but the hope kept them going.

Seeing the immeasurable relief on these people’s faces put pressure on my heart, especially as I watched those who were mentally robust caring for others that had floated in despondency for so long. These were good people who cared for the lost ones, asking nothing in return.

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