A trapped soul in a dark world is a punishment, A pure soul is a gift, A lost soul is a tragedy and my soul is a curse. Some creatures crave the sweetness of an everlasting appetizing soul. They gathered around her willing to kill for her soul while they pledged their love for her, forced her to choose and betrayed her. The god of poverty clenched his fist, the god of war sharpened his sword, the creatures of the night and soul eaters licked their lips and the reapers laughed. The weeping sounds of trapped souls filled her ears, the thick red blood soiled her face, the sounds of screams echoed, the prince of purity became tainted with jealousy, While she stood there in fear, and he sat on his throne doing nothing.