Reborn

"Humanity, so fickle isn't it? Poor thing..."

My body feels so, heavy. As if I'm in water...floating but, I can breathe just fine. Can I...is this what breathing feels like? Ah, I remember now, how I got here. I can still see the hate filled eyes burning into me as the flames licked my body. "Witch! Witch!" they spat in unison. I feel it, the tight rope rubbing against my skin and the wood putting splinters in my back as I struggled. I can remember cursing them and their families for generations to come and watching while they smirked content with themselves as they killed another.

...Smirk? Whos? of course, it belongs to him. He who feared rejection enough to believe that any woman who could resist his charms must be a witch. Does that not make him a prime culprit for witchcraft? Woman after woman he lead into his bed whether she be wed or not and in the same breath forced her to hang while wearing the scarlet A. For one to fall victim to his seductive words is nothing but a death sentence. The logic of the village is nothing but fear coated in the pretty promises of the holy land. Dear preacher the only demons running ramped and poisoning the crops here is you. Leading your trusted sheep away by saying I came into your chambers in an attempt to seduce you, to take your soul and sell it too the highest bidder.

Darling no, please look at me...look up at me and whisper that it will be alright. It's me your wife, the one you love and gave your heart too. Why wouldn't you look at me? Why wouldn't you- oh, I can see it clearly now that which I could not understand in life. The delicate fingers of a woman who spent her days doing housework intertwining with yours. I see...because your seed would not sow you found fresher soil to plow, you must be happy things turned out this way otherwise you'd have to spend the rest of your life pretending.

Is this what death is? I thought there would be a bit more than just this Abyss and memories of a death I'd rather not see. Maybe this is hell, perhaps I did not spend enough time on my knees begging for forgiveness for sins I had yet to commit. At least it doesn’t hurt anymore, if I were to be reborn I wish to be that which they accused me of being.

“Is that truly what you want?” A deep soothing voice says from the depths of the darkness the vibrations engulfing me yet strangely not scaring me. Is this what I really want? I want them to suffer the same way I suffered, to feel the aguish and absolute rage that encages me. The same way my best friend suffered when they blamed her for causing the food shortage in the village when she moved there. I was so blinded by my own ignorance that I thought even though I cried while she burned I would be safe, if I kept to myself I would be safe and live a quiet life with my love.

“Yes, it is what I truly want.” The words leave my lips as I feel the burning hatred boil over inside of me after years of holding myself back for fear of being killed.

”If I grant you this wish your soul will be mine forever once you die, you will be forced to wander around this endless Abyss for the rest of your existence. So human, I ask you again, Is this truly what you want?” As the words of the Abyss sink in I realize what it’s saying. Is revenge worth letting my soul stay here for eternity? To forever stay lost, floating, never to see the light of life again. Is it worth it?

“Yes.”

"Very well then.”