"This will hurt," Hel warns me firmly. I nod telling her that I understand. She reaches her hand out toward my chest. I'm trying to stay still as her hand touches me phasing through causing a cold static to run from the base of my spine to the top.
Her fingers wrap around something and she tugs it out. It's an imperfect sphere with a thin string still attached to my chest. It's color was an odd pastel green.
"Do you know what this is?" She asks.
"No, I haven't a clue," I say unable to tear my eyes away from this new extension of my being.
"It's your soul, in it's simplest form." She explains. The strange glow it's emitting holds most of my attention, it's beautiful. She brings her other hand up and grips the other side, concentration etched onto her face. A sharp pain rips through me as she begins tearing the two halves apart. My ears are suddenly flooding with my own screams, I will the horrendous pain to be gone but it stays. Hanging over me like a blanket it sits until my vision fades.