Arc of the Souls Chapter 83: Arc 3, Chapter 7 - Ye Heavenly Angel, Be High as the Stars

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Heh. Hehehe. Hehehehehe... I recognize that voice. It's my voice. I'm laughing. “AHAHAHAHAHAH!” Hana lost her mind. Her reality has broken into a million pieces. She slumped to the floor amidst the scattered books, a low noise teared from her throat. It wasn't a laugh, but it was a sound of defeat, a small moan that flew out of her mouth. The same moan you would hear when someone loses their will to live. She then screamed, the sound ripping her vocal cords. It was so raw that it echoed through the library. But no one could hear her. She was too far away for them to hear her. The scream would drop more books down to the ground, as if she was breaking the sound barrier. Her laughter was the eruption of all the hardships she has faced. All the love she felt, all the time she'd confide in Azrael, Serith, her foster father, Asheera... and Kaioshun, all for nothing. It was all meaningless. It never mattered. She never mattered. She could taste the metallic bitterness of blood in her mouth, a result of her incessant yelling. Her busted lip, a result of her biting her lip as she spiralled into madness. It made the buzzing worse. It was so bad that it sounded like it was tearing through her brain. She was clawing at her cheeks, her forehead and her eyes, feeling nothing. She wanted to feel something. At least feel something... Pain, pleasure, it didn't matter. She wanted to feel something. “HHHHH!!!” She couldn't breathe; the yelling barred her from doing so. But she didn't stop the yelling, she increased it, Every training session, every lecture about freedom, every lecture she delivered to Den, to Daphne, about how free she was compared to anyone else, was a lie. She lied to everyone while Serith told the truth. Why spend a lifetime dedicating and enslaving yourself to a goal that will zero out in the end? You start from zero, you end in zero. She had lectured them, preached at them about being shackled by their abilities, by their destinies, while she herself was bound by the most fundamental chain of all—existence itself, an existence she was never meant to have. Her laughter died in her throat, replaced by a dry sob. A sob for a life that wasn't hers. A life on loan, a bargain made before she was even born. An unborn Soul, a rejected purity. The book's words were branded onto the very fabric of her consciousness. A pact. A desperate bargain struck with gods or forces she couldn't comprehend, by an infant entity that wanted to live so badly it was willing to sacrifice everything for the mere privilege of breathing. She had traded her eyes, her touch, her ability to perceive the world as others did, for what? Superhuman agility? The strength to fight, to kill, to survive in a world she could never truly experience? Her laughter returned, more unhinged than ever. It was the sound of a soul... What little there was of one- finally broken. The sound bounced off the shelves containing billions of lives, all of which were more 'real' than her. Lives that were allowed to live other than her fake, meaningless life. She stood up, frantically and vigorously punching the books of lives that were more meaningful than her. She kept punching, hoping that the punch would kill them somehow. With every punch, came a yell and a laugh. “HAHA!” Punch. “AHHAHAAHA!” Punch. “AHAHAHA! I WAS NEVER A HUMAN! WAS I!?” Punch. “I WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO EXIST!” Punch. “THEY WERE RIGHT!” Punch. “SERITH WAS RIGHT!” Punch. “I AMOUNT TO NOTHING!” Punch. Punch. “AHAHA............................................................ I really am nothing!” Punch. Punch. Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punch, Punc