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8.the conception(2)

The birth of Sothperia

My birth is different. I was born the moment the universe came to existence, I watched it expand and take over the void to create something. I roamed around galaxies with the speed of light exploring their marvelous traits, and creatures. One time while I was hovering over earth, I witnessed how beautiful life is, and I took note of the cycle of life and death, how both of those things are eternally interconnected to one another, for there is no life without death and if death hasn't existed life wouldn't have a meaning either. In the middle of Africa, two hundred thousand years ago, where only a few thousands of humans existed, and communication was still developing. I saw a man every night, going to sleep by his dead woman's grave, he cried himself to sleep, every single night. It was surprising to see what you call a Homo heidelbergensis display such emotion. With each month passing you would think the pain would lessen and he would move on someday, but he didn't, for years, until he became too weak to move, he lost all joy and want in life, and that is the first time I sensed a human no longer wanting to live, for everyone before him loved life so much, and did anything they could in order to live and stay safe. I wanted to help him see the beauty in life again, and I quickly found out that in order to make him love life, he needs to be made to accept death. One night, while he was asleep next to her grave, I stole his consciousness, put it in a place called the "white void" and put with him his dead partner's consciousness. I cannot bring the dead back to life, but I can assemble an artificial consciousness created from a big collage of their memories that when interacting with, would feel like them. Every night I would do that to him, and I would watch as joy fills his face. He couldn't wait to go to sleep every night, because he knew a beautiful dream was awaiting him, and although it was nothing but a mere dream it helped him cope.

He loved those dreams so much, he wanted to stay in them forever, so one day he made sure he'll never wake up again. That was the first human I formed a bond with, and that's when I knew that humans will be needing me, so I became the spirit of death, Sothperia.

The birth of Yinx

"Pha, you have refused to unite with the other holders however I need to tell you about my birth, as all of the spirits of my tribe have done to their holders.

I am Yinx, the spirit of the dark, I was the last spirit of my tribe to be born, there were too many "positive life loving" spirits and I came to balance things out, shamelessly. The holders of Yinx throughout lifetimes have never been scared to be cynical, hurtful and poignant when needed, anything so what they think is right goes, and if that makes you the villain, so be it.

Assumed was r*ped at 8 years old by her uncle, and was under constant threat not to tell anyone about what happened, he pulled on her strings like a marionette, and she grew up believing her voice held no power, so she let everyone step on her.

Stoically, she bared the pain, and every time someone yelled at her, hit her or mistreated her, she'd tear up quietly and then wipe it off.

To feel something, she would inflict pain onto herself, burning her skin, pulling her hair until it rips, anything to give her that extra rush of adrenaline she yearned for.

After finishing puberty, Asudem looked like a treat to her uncle, who still hasn't gotten enough, so he tried to go for a second round.

While cornered in the room, her eyes grew wide and started glowing a bright white, that's when I was born, and her first magical ability appeared, the one you still have to this day, "the hex of the needy", where you can turn off any organ of a person, and for Asudem, she turned his eyes and hands off, so he could never see or touch her again. She then used another ability you do not have, one that your dear Zelta holder got in this lifetime, called "the Larynx of a lifetime", where the affected person would constantly hear a voice screaming in their ears about everything bad they've ever done, and promising them doom and suffering, and that voice wouldn't shut up, in Asudem's uncle's case, not at night, not while they sleep, never. It would constantly scream and remind them of the person they chose to be, driving them insane, until they kill themselves, but Asudem's uncle couldn't kill himself, he had no arms, he died a few years later because insomnia rendered his body weak, and he slowly went insane, and too sleep deprived to keep going.

"I stayed silent until he crossed the line" Asudem told me, and I agreed with her.

After my coming, she changed, she stood up for herself, and wrecked anyone who did her wrong, or even thought of doing her wrong. I promised to continue giving weak people power, and show the bullies of this world that karma is real, and her name, is Yinx.

The birth of Xancore

My story is very different and much longer than any previous one, as I wasn't born out of one person, but three.

I am the eloquent spirit, and I was created slowly, by Aron, Rohan, and Hamza.

Aron was from Europe, Rohan from Asia, and Hamza from Africa.

Aron was a nihilist, the industrial nature of his city, and the way people worked like machines made him take a step back and observe their cycles of life: study, work, die. Everyone is nothing but a number, and they're all creating illusions that their lives have worth or meaning in order to justify why they keep going. He saw no point in living, as life is ending someday anyway, and the galaxy will die someday too, and everything we have ever done will be rendered meaningless and its traces will all disappear into the abyss.

Hamza was an atheist too, but he was more of an existentialist, he saw that way too many things happened right for life on earth to loom, so he considered life sacred, and saw that simply, the whole purpose behind living is simply to live, he saw nihilists as extremists, as they think, that they either need to have a higher purpose or they don't matter at all, he enjoyed the simplicity of life.

Rohan, however, stayed in dichotomy until his last breath, his thought process evolved a lot throughout time;

At first, he started taking note of a repeating pattern in religions; the hell and heaven concept, the punishment and the reward, the guilt tripping and the commands, and then an idea popped in his head, he said "every description I've ever heard of "God" describes him as all powerful and all loving, seeing people die from tsunamis, children getting r*ped, people obtaining cancer, makes me think, this god we are talking about, is either not all loving, or not all powerful, which contradicts with his supposed omnipotence, therefore, there is no god."

It was a simple argument but it was quite compelling, at least for him, he went on to study man beliefs and found no solace in any of them, and as any human searching to belong somewhere, he kept searching for "the truth".

Then he looked at nihilism, at first it made sense "the universe came into existence by mistake, we're nothing but mere useless entities floating through space who will never ever make it past "the local group" and will eventually go extinct and have all evidence of our existence wiped out someday. Therefore, existing is meaningless.

One day he was meditating and he thought to himself, "if nobody had eyes, we would've never known the dark is dark, we would've simple thought it's how things are, and by analogy, if life had no meaning, was I ever meant to find that out?"

And then he thought "is it possible that life's lack of meaning, is exactly what renders it meaningful?" And that thought really stuck by him, happiness wouldn't really hold any value if sadness was never a thing, health wouldn't be so valued if sickness didn't exist, opposites exist to grant each other meaning, and with the disappearance of one, the other will become meaningless.

He kept searching for meaning, and the more he saw people caught up in a rush and worrying over little insignificant details in their lives as if they're endless, he hated life more. He wished he was as limited in his vision as they were, he wished he was stupid, stupid people seemed to live the happier lives.

Aron and Hamza birthed my first pulse, and then one day, Rohan went insane while overthinking, he grabbed his head and started beating it on the wall, to feel some tension release from it, to feel some relief. In the middle of his psychotic episode I merged out.

I am Xancore, the eloquent spirit, I was born to aid people think correctly, remove illusions and expose truths.

The end of the stories of conception