The Undying Memoirs Part One

Good Morning once again to the Path-Seekers of the Perfect Land!

I presume many have started to wonder about the most recent turn of events by certain Immortals we know of in the Perfect World Message Boards. With that, we shall try to find out the stories behind those interesting turn of events.

Let me present, the Undying Memoirs~

The Undying Memoirs
Part One: Emergence from the Darkness

[Cold Flare's Point of View]

I lived a life of misery and despair whilst under the tutelage of the Ten-Veiled King of the Underworld. The ravages of the Yang down below were too much for any mortal being to bear and I felt I was being killed over and over again at each day I spent in the grim agony of the Underworld. Each passing second was torment in mind, body, and soul, and I felt I was being ripped apart with pain beyond any mortal might possibly contain.

But it had to be done. It was the pact I had made with my own blood and soul, to be in eternal servitude under the Ten-Veiled King after my shameful defeat at the hands of the enemies I had sworn to slay to the very end. It seems that they got me first, and I sold myself to the Underworld's service so I can exact vengeance upon them. And I have to be thankful despite all these despairs, for I was still fortunate to be taken in by the Ten-Veiled King himself to be taught and trained in these harsh domains of the Yang powers, and not resigned to being a common demon or soul. Perhaps there is still hope in me that the King wishes to cultivate.

In a way, the long, agonizing time of despair took its toll on me as I found the Path that I had thought I'd never see even after the day of my death. There I found my calling - to defend the world from being consumed by the Legion of the Soulless and be turned to the living hell that I have undergone. It was truly an honor for me and compensation for all the pain I suffered when the King asked me to return to the mortal worlds and join the others in the similar cause of defending the realm from the Soulless.

Thus I was given one final tedious task, one that seemed easier done the other way around - embark on the journey back to the mortal realm. The only reason why the dead never manage to make it back to the upper world was because of the strong barriers erected to ensure the division of the three realms - Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Sure, it was easy to get to the underworld, especially if dark powers made the journey easier for you, but to do the more difficult inverse of it, and with only you and your training to aid you, toI was surely in for a rough journey.

I had been accustomed to pain, but still the journey beyond celestial and dark borders tore what remained of my mangled and mutilated soul. I adapted to the dangers of the trip with all the skills I had learned but as I neared the end of the journey my strength gave way and I lost consciousness.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on a soft surface. I had to touch it several times for me to realize that, after years of agony in the Underworld, I finally got to lie down on a bed. People were talking not far from where I lay but I cannot glimpse them, for a black blindfold had been drawn on my eyes since I started my Path of Despair with the King. It was part of the training - to fully understand the meaning of agony and be one with it, one must be deprived of its most powerful medicine - sight. Deprivation of sight heightens the torment as you are given the feeling of being alone in the darkness, suffering in despair.

I tried to stand up, but two things restrained me - a brisk restraint from a hand that seemed to come from nowhere and a push back to the bed, followed by a jolt of pain that seemed to revive and reactivate in my entire system. I had completely forgotten that I barely survived the journey and now my entire body was in pain once again.

"Don't move. You have a fever." a womanly voice said.

Don't move? Who does she think she is to keep me from moving? Does she not think I can manage myself?

I got up to a sitting position despite the woman's restraining hand and massaged my head, as if my world was spinning slightly because of a dizziness that had settled in. With the aid of my heightened senses, I was able to ascertain that I was in a small house. Perhaps my mission starts here - to learn to coexist once again with others. Perhaps years of loneliness in despair has wiped it clean off my memory and like a baby learning to walk I must master it once again.

Guess who will post the next part?