Hey guys! this story is basically how I imagine it must be for the souls that Kikyo takes from people in order to keep living, a sad concept, I know, but I just thought it was an intriguing thing to write about. Enjoy!
When I was alive I went by the name of Rimi. I have been dead for many moons, and I have reached a peaceful plain of happiness. I was the last of my family to die. When I arrived in this astral plain, they were all here to greet me, and I was overjoyed.
We laughed and sang together, we danced and rejoiced for a long time.
I have spent my days of death with my family, I believe us to be happier now than we were alive, and it is wonderful. I am not remorseful that I have died, for I had no regrets.
I had hoped I would stay like this forever.
It has been different as of late.
The colors around me are dimmer and more gray. It is harder to hear my family's voices and their laughs. I constantly feel the tugging of an unknown force against me, attempting to tear me away from my eternal bliss. The pull grows stronger every minute, I fear this may be my last moments here, and I fear what will happen to me. I can not resist the pull much longer.
"My family, I am sorry, I must have committed a great wrong in life, that I am being dragged away from all of you."
The blurred, gray faces of my loving family looked past me, as if they could not hear me, they could not see me, they could not acknowledge my presence, and for the first time in a long time, I became sad.
The pulling became unimaginably stronger after the realization, my heart pleaded to stay with them, my hand reached out for help, and they only waved at me. A cold feeling swept over me, I could feel myself gain a form again.
My loving family was torn away from me in the blink of an eye and I felt the urge to cry.
As I am forced out of the plain of bliss, I take the form of a small ball of light.
The weight of negative emotions struck me like a boulder. This life, it is unnatural, I have been forced from my eternal bliss, and as being dragged along with no choice, and I continue to feel only sadness and remorse. I am being carried by an unknown being. It is the same bright light I am, and if I had to put a name to it, it would be "dragon", but it is far smaller. I am surrounded by similar "dragons" all carrying more orbs of light around me. To a mortal, there is silence, but to one who has already died, the screams and cries of those ripped from the dead are heard, and it only causes more pain.
We all eventually reach a woman in a priestess's outfit, with long black hair and piercing eyes. I hear a name call out.
"Kikyo"
I get the pulling feeling again, no, it is more of the feeling I got when I had first died.
"Is this it?" I thought, am I being allowed to die again?
I had the urge to thank this "Kikyo"
She turned her head to the "dragons" and reached out for me. The coldness enveloped my whole being, and I despaired, there would be no going back to my bliss, those were soul collectors, and I would be forever trapped within this Kikyo. I attempted to resist being drawn into her, but it was no use.
The last thing I heard before the nothing, was the cries of horror from the other souls, waiting their turn in agony, knowing they would never be happy again.
