Sether: Hidden, Unseen: Mortality

Mortality:

Act 1

Looking for a host… The Thing desperately clawed through bodies. But no one was strong enough… No one had enough of it in him to hold It.

And then… A light.
A body strong enough? Yes: A spirit dominated by passion and zeal, a spirit ready to fight, and good at it, too.

The Thing screeched with horrendous glee before devouring that soul.

Act 2

How much longer could the body hold on? A week, two maybe…?

The body was at lost, the degradation too fast, the supply demand too high. Nothing could be done anymore.

Nothing.

Just to…

Act 3

It trudged along, drawn by something. Now that something was making him dizzy. The gigantic mind could not fathom complex problems, so it chose to ignore it and move on. It was also having moral problems, and it was not used to that. Those little square things it stepped on bothered him. They had tiny thingies in it, and it felt bad.

Another relativly short chapter- but please understand that this information is very imprtant to the climax of the story!

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