Gaining Souls
Dysterium - S'cyre Lecareixz

II. Reason

Envy: that was what they had felt.

They often longed for life. The way mortals seemed so alive in everything they do. They could barely feel their emotions, longing to sense it themselves. Those they had never even thought of in his existence as a Nightmare. It fascinated them, for they themselves had never felt anything else except for the innate fear both of them generated. How could the humans feel so much?

The three of them wanted it too, to be as alive as they are to feel the joys, sorrows and despair, to know what it was like to be living and moving. Not those empty fears that didn't even belong to them and their life of servitude to their Lady. No, it was not theirs, simply something they were made to do, instill fear. There was no life in their existence they were slaves. There was only function.

They wished to be free.

And then they yearned for their beauty. They have seen the mortals' dazzling clothes to decorate their flesh and colorful cosmetics to frame their delicate features, the three of them saw how stunning they could be and it made them feel grotesque. Nightmares such as themselves, devoid of face, save for eyes and grin, they knew not of mirrors, but they would know just by looking at each other. They were not given unique traits. They were simply what they are, common Nightmares.

They wished for identity.

The trio reminded themselves of these things and once more their desires were firm. There was nothing, simply nothing in being a Nightmare; not even a soul.

Dicroixz knew this the most as while Krievardus, Ceirele and he yearned for life and beauty; he wanted just one more thing.

He still remembered what she looked like, the kind words she spoke and the soft look she gave him when he chanced a visit one night while she dreamed. The sensation he felt was all too alien to him, he relished in it however. It felt warm and comforting, something he never knew in his life as a Nightmare. What did the mortals call it? Was it 'Love'?

Yes, that was it. The other Nightmares knew not of it, and that was when he realized that being human, gaining souls, was the only exit from the growing emptiness that gnawed him.

Krievardus and Ceirele were the only ones who agreed with him it was then they became siblings. And even though they had not succeeded all too well as their magick spell, summoning souls from the darkness, the nothingness, for their own.

It was too much for them to command, having only succeeded in building themselves a vessel from corpses and half of a soul when it turned to the venom of shadow magick, its pollution caused by their unskilled irregular use.

The poison began to take back what they had created successfully, what they had taken from it, their sprit and body, casting them closer into their void and further away from their wish.

But he knew they did not regret anything and neither will he.

It was all worth it, better than living the rest of their lives in servitude.