A child fell down the forbidden Mount
On an ominous day, on a rash thought
Of escaping all the pain and hatred
Their own kin had themselves created
Those who spoke of Monsters as evil incarnate
When in Humans, wrong deed was innate
Those who trapped Us behind a magical barrier
Indulged in the Sun, and had Us suffer
Us, whom they defeated and sealed,
Six feet under, where the light grew dim
Had Our hopes and dreams shattered
Our hearts filled with sadness, to the brim.
Were lit up again, when Our enemy
Became one of Our kin and family
Even with they had been through
Another life here, they could pursue
By Our King and Queen they were loved
They grew along as their own child
With the kind, gentle, and loving Prince
They were able to jump off their fence
While they enjoyed some peace of mind
Their hatred grew for their own kind
And so they fomented a devious plan
To help their new family live again
A banal accident, of butter and butterscotch
An allergy to golden flowers, a suicidal thought
To leave their SOUL to be used in the plot
Their brother carrying the body that went hush
The caring sibling, who could never hurt a fly
Was beaten by the monsters in the surface
Made it back, past the barrier, and left to die
In the eyes of a dead child, filled with regret
The King, once as peaceful as his garden
Turned to be a murderer all of a sudden
Seven SOULs he needed to break the curse
Thus he carried the burden, with remorse
The Queen left her Dreemurr with pity
Seeing how horrible his task would be
She sealed herself away in the Ruins
And did all she could to save children
Alas, six made it through the Underground
And all fell prey to the Scarlet Trident
One left, to make Our future radient
One left, to leave this desolate ground
Thus they spoke of the one they thought of as the Fallen Angel, as in the prophecy that made the History of monsters. The being that would free Monsterkind from the wretched human magical barrier, and help them see the light again. Of course, they were other attempts to cross the barrier, as the Royal Scientist tried to substitute human SOULS with constructs made in his laboratory. He named it the CORE and was probably their best creation. He was nowhere to be found one day, believed to be sucked up by his invention and erased from existence somehow. He had left a few notes on how human SOULs worked, and deduced they were infused with a dominant trait that colored them: A light blue SOUL was patient, an orange one was brave, a blue one had integrity, a purple one had perseverance, a green one was kind and a yellow one was bound by justice. He also left the red SOUL trait nomenclated as DETERMINATION but it was clear that one has not been figured out yet, and so are our protagonists. Little they knew about their red SOULs that would carry them in an arduous journey with unsuspected perils
One of those SOULs, originally red but blackened with hatred, woke up at a loud *thud* and scoured the surroundings. They had little trouble doing so, being a ghost had its perks when it comes to wander places. They could not physically interact with the children that fell either, so they tried using mind talk. Some could not simply hear them, and others thought they were going insane. No one did ever feel like listening or talking back to them, except maybe for this one child they found lying in a flower bed.
"Hey me, ready to guide one last child to death? It seems so appropriate ~"
*thump*
"Hey me, and yes, this one looks weaker compared to the others, It should be quick."
*thump*
"How delightful, then when all the SOULs will be assembled, we could be oh so powerful ~"
*thump*
"Indeed ... then I can finally rest when the job is done."
*thump*
They had created an alter ego out of hatred, a demon of all things. It grew stronger with the years they were held between life and death, and it never failed in making children going astray. The demon found great potential in its host, who despised his kin more after the plan they devised was thwarted by those Humans. They looked back at the child and were met with an eerie sensation: a pulse. One so lively it echoed in their mind, and came from their very SOUL. The still unconscious child seemed to be nothing special, a dark-skinned young human with brown hair and of small stature. He wore a violet-stripped, blue sweater and a pair of denim shorts. He also had worn brown shoes that seemed to have been used for as long as he seemed to have lived in the surface. They witnessed however, another red SOUL in the room, the child' SOUL of all things pulsed with life and …a trait they had in common. The Fallen decide they should see how this will play out before they intervene, quite shaken by the *thump* that reverberated in their being.