A lot of people say they don't want to live life any longer. For me, that's an understatement.
You see, I'm not like normal Mobians. Not in any way at all. I believe I can sum it up by telling you how my life began. And oh, did it begin.
I remember first, white. Bright light, blinding me. As my eyes began to adjust to this extreme lighting, I saw what looked like beings I can't describe. Trust me, if you saw gods, I bet you wouldn't be able to tell me what they look like. I was there, at the age of twelve seconds old, with the mind and body of a 16 year old. Trust me, it's unnerving. Even worse, I remember being told to attack. Apparently, something was changing an attack on me. Damn.
After being told to attack, nothing. Nothing is all I can recollect. I couldn't remember it for the life of me, but at that cost, I wouldn't want to. I then have some memory of waking up, the being charging the beam at me was gone. From what I was told, I killed him, which is amazing for an angel. Weak, I coughed, looking at the three gods. Long story short, I was told I was an angel, I was the result of a god sacrificing himself (I still wonder what that would look like), and that I was going into training. I could've told you the entire conversation, but it went on for a while. I mean, all I knew was English.
I went into training for about three years. Real tough. I was referred to as L. An amazingly creative name for things with the power to create worlds, right? Nevertheless, I went through all of this basic angel training and apparently fared well. Well enough to get me to replace Cathy, the female protector of Mobius. Cathy is what she chose; her real name is hilariously long. I mean I could mention it, but it's the least of my priorities. Anyways, I got there at the age of four. It was kind of a chaotic place, crime happening in its cities, and who knew what else. After the death of Sonic the Hedgehog, it was gonna be. Now for all you historians who want to know, no he wasn't killed by that fat doctor. That "genius" died a few years before. Weapons malfunction, real nasty. The hero died of a natural cause. Age. His friends had already lived their lives and been happy. Honestly, I don't know all that happened between them, I don't really care.
Now back to my life, I step in, right? The world becomes a whole lot safer in just five years. Everyone's happy and I meet a girl, who I shall keep anonymous. She was loving, kind, everything I could ask for. I didn't love her, but I got close. You see, something happened once I did almost love her. Something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. She got some disease, it was real bad. The "she died in two days" kinda bad. And that's when I started thinking. I was gonna live forever, but no one I would love could. And trust me, once you realize that you can't friends, love, feel much effection for anyone without the knowledge that they'll always just be another memory. That's when this gift becomes a curse. That's when you become the darkest soul.
My chosen name is Darksoul the Hedgehog. I am a rumor, only heard by street criminals to others. I could explain my appearance, but I'll leave it at I am black and my spikes go in all sorts of crazy directions. Interpret that how you will. I can live forever, mostly. You see, if a being powerful enough could get a hold of me or if I took an excessive amount of damage in a certain amount of time, I could die. Let's hope that happens soon. This is ten years after said girl died. The New Freedom Fighters have formed, and I something big is about to happen. I just know it.