TORTURE OF EVERA – 02

Immortality, the concept of it was so promising, to live forever was not something meant for a lesser being, given a few thousand years even the gods would grow senile.

There were five, true immortals as they were called by those who knew. They traded it for their own mortality, the trade seemed easier than many thought, mortality for a life eternal seemed like an improvement and yet it was accepted almost with an unnerving haste, as though the previous owners of this curse were aching to get rid of it.

Becoming an immortal has some interesting effects, for one, one loses the perspective of time, hours or eons who knows. Second the idea of love or of passion dies, it becomes redundant and third one becomes alien to the world. A sense of not belonging, a sense of difference. All these a lesser being could not sustain.

We, the five of us, stayed together for a thousand maybe two thousand years. And then drifted as slowly everything lost its flavor, I remember one of us got so impatient that he resorted to end the world itself in an attempt to end his own life, they stopped him, put him to a cold sleep.

With time, we grew powerful, with time we grew distant, one of us who lost all the tethers to the world, adopted a nomadic way of life. In his immortality he sought to learn and to understand everything there was to understand. He grew so distant his existence itself was almost forgotten.

All of us have since grown tired of it, why do we not trade it off you ask? For we do not know how, the alter that we used, that tower, that library... It was lost. And to that end, one of us was indeed searching for the answer to cure the curse.

The people of this world grew fearful of us. They tried to destroy us time and again, no matter where we were it was always the same. We who have out lasted civilizations were forced to hide. They caught one of us, she has been imprisoned for ages now. I hear they have been relentless in trying to find a way to kill her, to kill us. Poor soul. She is unable to die or escape it seems.

Why do I not rescue her? Why should I? ... Do I need to? she will outlive her captors; she will manage just fine.

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Of all the things that can kill, nothing is worse than the death of hope, alas that was not what they were after, Evera had given up on everything eons ago. The pain had robbed her of all pulse, locked away if not burnt the memories of any life she had had. Of any wants that might have been. A husk of a being left not even in the memories of most outside of that wretched place.

They wanted to learn how to slay that which was part of existence itself. Nothing worked. Nothing changed. They could cut her down or slit her throat, bleed her out or burn her to ash, drown her alive or crush her bones. Nothing worked. Nothing changed. Her being would form a new again. They tried burying her in the depths of hell, a pool of fire and molten stone, to die again and again for days or weeks on end only to be found whole.

They tried to lock her away, trapping her soul, with weapons ancient that could slay gods, and yet nothing changed. Her existence would persist. They tried and eventually gave up. Sure, the torture continued, but it became more for the sake of it rather than to extinguish her flame. Other than a select few, none knew of this immortal restrained. Her body would heal, and her soul remained. Even when defiled, raped by her captors, forced to their will where she had lost her own. Her immortality persisted, each time that she would heal nothing of the injuries of old would stay.

Her eyes remained dead, she had ceased to speak, to eat, to move. There was a time that she had wished for death. But now she didn't wish for anything at all. Her mind was numb her thoughts silent. The only way to live was to be dead in her own mind.