History of the Light Spirits
Who and what are Light Spirits? They're the dead. The gone and lost. The forgotten. They are the dead that didn't make it to Cross-Over in time. They're the beings whose souls are stuck, the ones who didn't make it to the other side in the few hours they get.
When you die, you have four hours to get to Cross-Over. Cross-Over is the bridge leading to Lirk, which is what you know as Heaven. If you don't make it there, you're stuck on earth. You're inbetween both worlds, doomed to the horrible fate of being a Light Spirit.
As soon as Cross-Over crumbles for you, you begin to experience unimaginable pain. Your eyes burn red with tears. Eyes that grow swollen from trying to tear them out of their sockets. It's the same for everyone: burning, tearing, screeching, and blackness. Oh yeah, there's ton of blackness. You turn into a blind monster, limp and lifeless, during the Light Spirit transformation. But you aren't blind for long.
Soon you'll wake up and see the world in a new light. You'll be able to see every pore, every grain of sand, every little thing that you never noticed before. Oh sure, that sounds pretty cool, that is, until you have to deal with it yourself. Trust me, it's just... horrid.
But no, of course this isn't all. What do you do when your eternal life just slammed shut before you? Doomed to forever roam the earth, invisible to everyone, in a ghost form? No. You are still very visible. More so now than ever. Your body, whatever it was before, becomes more pronounced, and your eyes become an unnatural vibrant-neon colour of whatever it had been before. Mine, for example, are crystal neon blue. Will our friends that think we've gone to Heaven notice us? No. We look so different than what we did before so friends and family never notice we never left earth unless you tell them. They probably won't believe you, though.
Light Spirits still have to eat. Yes, yes, we still have to eat. But what we eat is so different from what you call a meal. We feast upon the flesh and blood of the living organisms... of what we were before Light Spirits. Old friends may die at your hands because of what you now have become.
We are not savages, though you may picture us as some deranged creature with fangs and blood oozing from our lips. We only do what we do because there is no other choice. It's not like we can just turn it off or just starve ourselves. Our bodies will take over our minds if we try to deprive it of nutrition. And when I say take over our bodies, I mean take over. Our bodies become us, and our minds are out of our control during this time. There are no thoughts, no feelings; just killing until our bodies are filled. So, yep, starving ourselves is not an option.
We've wondered if anything else besides the living will fill our bodies, but they say there is nothing. The Skoods say the only thing our bodies eat are the living creatures of earth. What are the Skoods? The leaders of Light Spirits, of course. What? Did you really think that we had no rules? Pah, I wish.
The Skoods were the first two Light Spirits ever. They're so old that they don't even remember their names, so they call themselves the Skoods. They had no idea what they were and why they didn't make it to Lirk. Eventually they got to speak to the Lirkens, and were told what they had become. The Skoods were furious. No one had ever told them they had to be at Cross-Over in a certain amount of time. The Skoods turned their backs on Lirk and lived like savages until they began to hurt their old friends. Once they realized that living savage-like wasn't such a great way to live the rest of their eternal life, they set some rules:
1. Always feed before your body takes control of you. You do not want to hurt the ones you loved when you aren't in control.
2. Only hunt the living close to death. That way, we aren't killing the ones who have a life still ahead of them.
3. Don't tell anyone what you are or that you aren't dead.
The rules work. The second rule usually goes under debate because even though we do hunt the living close to death, the living might not have realized that their time was coming to an end. The living could have been living a normal life, laughing with friends, but they had a hidden disease that was about to show itself. We relieve them of that pain, even if they don't realize it.
The third rule is what angers us Light Spirits most. The Skoods say the living cannot comprehend, and that we would be putting them in danger if we told old friends or loved ones what we are now.
We aren't truly be monsters. Some of us are still trying to find a way where we don't have to hunt the living. I used to care, but now no longer. We're doomed to this life forever, so what does it matter? At least the people we hunt get to go to Lirk.
Basically if you're a Light Spirit, you're in bad place.
A light breeze rustled the dead leaves in the alleyway, making the black night even more sinister. An owl's hoot called from the dark forest behind her. Shivering, she continued at a faster pace. She tried to remember why she had listened to him in the first place.
Her mind was whirling with dark thoughts. Was I right to listen to him? I barely know who he is. She started when a dry leaf cracked under her paws. The night was too quiet for her liking. Taking a dark alleyway to meet someone I barely knew was not my smartest move, she scolded herself.
Dismissing her dark thoughts, she hurried on. As she padded carefully around rats and garbage, she spotted a slight movement ahead. Her heart skipped a beat. Is he here?
Crystal blue eyes flashed from the darkness, and she sighed with relief. It was just him. The familiar dark mew came from just ahead, So you came.
Of course, she replied, cursing her fast racing heart. She was sure he could hear it.
A shallow purr came from him as he padded forward. Are you sure you're ready? he asked, icy blue eyes narrowed.
Of course I am, Shadow. She imagined herself, sleek and beautiful, running with Shadow forever. She would be just like him – beautiful, mysterious, hypnotizing.
All right then, Shadow purred, gently guiding her with his tail.
His eyes grew brighter as she followed him. She gazed into them, mesmerized. I will have eyes like that soon, she reminded herself, breaking her gaze away from Shadow's.
She tried to focus on their surroundings; the scuttling of rat feet, the rancid smell of garbage, the darkness of the night. Tonight is really dark, she thought to herself as she narrowed her eyes to see Shadow's dark pelt. She looked up and saw that it was a new moon.
As they rounded the last corner, Shadow stopped and stared into her eyes. Why did you sto- she broke off as she noticed a growl. She backed away slowly, mind whirling. Shadow, w-what are you doing?
Shadow growled something uncomprehensible before launching himself at her. She felt his teeth meet her scruff, and she yowled. Fiery pain shot up her neck, and her eyes started to turn red. Red liquid oozed out from her neck, forming a small pool of red beneath her paws. She gasped for air, confused. Her fur was growing sticky and hot from the blood, making her feel sick to her stomach.
She looked up, gasping, and tried to find where Shadow went. He would not kill her. I... I knewIshouldn't have...
Painful, isn't it? he asked from the darkness. She twisted her head around, trying to locate where his voice came from. Somehow, she had to get away.
You can try to run, but it's no use. She could see Shadow's eyes grow brighter by the minute. They seemed to get bigger, too. Growing in size, bigger and bigger... and stopped. His face was right next to hers, and she drew in a ragged gasp.
Shadow made a small, pained laughing noise. I'm sorry, but I have to do this. I have no choice. He moved his mouth to her wound, and she could feel his cold breath on her fur.
She felt herself beginning to drift out of life, but the suction from Shadow's lips soothed her. There was a small snap, and her eyes rolled back.
The sucking went on, quietly, as his eyes grew brighter.
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