“My soul… what… what does that mean?”
“It means you’ll be dead in about… oh… less than an hour? Your body won’t be able to survive long without your soul, I imagine.”
“Oh… and Resurrection, that is impossible as well. Naturally, if you don’t have a soul, you don’t have a means of being resurrected.”
The idea that my soul had been stolen left me confused. Typically, if your soul was destroyed, then so was your body. Furthermore, your soul is what allowed you to resurrect. That also meant I couldn’t access mana, since mana flooded through the soul to work. That’s also why a person with a larger soul was more powerful. The larger your soul, the larger the flood of mana you could pull on for strength.
People who came from the world they were born as, once they died, their soul would melt into the world’s pool of mana. They would cease to exist, as all things should. This was a world that once belonged to the Fey, and only the Fey experience a permanent death when they die here. However, because we all came from another world at some point, it took time for our souls to get digested. In a dungeon, this happened rather rapidly, and you might have days to hours to resurrect someone before they died for good. Also, the soul was trapped within that space, and couldn’t be resurrected outside of it. It should also be added that resurrecting a soul within a dungeon was difficult, as the miasma openly resisted this. On the surface, this kind of digestion took longer, since the mana was much thinner and less hostile. It could take up to thirty days for the soul to finally dissipate.
This isn’t what happened. They had taken my soul, and while it wasn’t returned to the world’s mana pool, it also wasn’t within my body. My body was completely healthy though, so it would only waste away as it was deprived of a soul. At least, that was my understanding of things based on my many experiences in this world so far.
The only thing I didn’t understand was how she was able to do it. Although it was possible to absorb someone’s soul, it shouldn’t have been that easy. I had never heard of anything like losing your soul during sex or having it just fall out of you. The King must have been able to see the confusion in my eyes because his grin deepened even more.
“Are you wondering how this was even possible? Naturally, it’s because I made it possible. When I attached my soul to Xin, who would have thought that she would have had triplets. She even tried to destroy me once, sacrificing one of her children and a piece of her soul to stop me, but I merely possessed another. Then, I got to work changing my sister in the womb, altering her development, and engraving the magic deep within her, turning her into the perfect vessel to harvest a fresh soul for me. Once I finish turning your soul into mine, I will rise once again!”
“What are you talking about, Brother?” Alysia cried out, clearly confused about all of this.
“No…” My eyes grew wide as I began to put things together. “Th-that’s impossible. You can’t be.”
“Oh? Did you figure it out? You’d be the first to figure out who I am.”
“I don’t understand. He’s my brother!” Alysia looked at me, her confusion growing.
“He’s Aberis. Demon Lord Aberis.”