We live many lives. Or, rather I should say, you live many lives, because I am no longer like you, no longer human. Perhaps I am now insane, now that I am inhuman, or perhaps I am beyond insanity, for how can I who knows so much and has existed so long be judged by such a temporary and fallible idea as insanity? Perhaps it is you who cannot comprehend the vastness of eternity. I look on and laugh.
I can see your souls in vibrant color. Each a unique shade, separate, different. Colors beyond your comprehension. You live, you die and I remain. Apart from time I see you pass from body to body. The same soul, without the memories. And you are like children, ignorant to the world and you rebel against me, your mother. You cower in fear of the unknown instead of bowing to your elder, your better.
I was once like you. A part of the endless cycle of time, the unobserved dance, living, dying and being born again in ignorance, but now I know the truth, I see the pattern, and I cannot look away. I seek the crimson red soul. The color of blood, of life and death. The color of my lover. His immortal soul trapped within time. His body ages and dies. His soul lives on without the memory of me. How unbearable to be forgotten, by both love and time themselves.
When I first received the power, I was only just beginning to live. People feared me for what I could become, they disregarded what I was. Except for one soothing soul. I cannot recall the names, for there have been many. Our love was strong, it would last for all eternity I believed and so I was not afraid to stay behind when he died, for I knew his soul would return to me.
I was human once and so I deserve forgiveness for my ignorance. I believed as many of you do that love would conquer all. If one could love a sorceress then that love could restore memories. I was certain, I was young and I was ignorant.
He did not know me, he did not love me. My heart fell to despair, but in time he would learn to love me again, I was sure love would prevail in the end. And so romance came again, in bliss, in ignorance. I did not fear death, but I feared loneliness. He stayed with me a stranger, until he took another final breath.
And so the cycle continued, he was born again and again. Sometimes he could find love for me, others he despised me, but still he was mine and I would always seek him out, for what power could tear my love away? But my ignorance was waning and my belief in love, wavering. Surly this was not the love of eternity I was promised. A string of disjointed lifetimes with a soul mate that didn't remember my name. My humanity began to slip away.
I cried away what little there was left that made me human. I was still able to cry then. And when I had no more tears, no emotions left but anger I released my vengeance upon the innocent. What did it matter if I killed the bodies? The souls live on. They would return, they always return. They would return without memories, without pain, they would be innocent again, in a way I could never be; I would never be free to rejoin the cycle of death and rebirth.
They called me a witch, they said I was evil. But I am beyond such things.
How I hate time! It takes everything from me.
But what was time I thought? Time it cannot touch me, cannot harm me, but I can destroy it. I have the power of eternity. I am the master of time and it will obey. It will bring me back my lover, it will bring me Crimson. It will surrender its secrets. I will destroy loneliness, loss, despair. I will destroy death. I, will end time itself.
We will exist in a realm of my creation, where time is irrelevant and where death is conquered. If I cannot be human, then I will be your God.