The night breeze is different when you don’t have a human body.
That was the first thought that entered Liberty’s mind when he gave up mortality. For some reason, everything was lighter, hollow, and weightless. He felt like he was flying or swimming in the air. Maybe he was just floating. He almost forgot how he could pass through wall to wall like a ghost haunting some abandoned hospital. It’s disgusting.
Liberty isn’t a miserable soul. He used to be the one collecting them. Except now, he was the one going to be delivered.
It took a solid few minutes before Liberty had fully adjusted to having no solid form again. It’s funny how he was expecting to get in his element effortlessly when he was an eternity used to being a devil. Instead, he felt like he was more human even in his huma
