Buy Me a CoffeeOn that day, they lost something formerly important to them. But as they looked upon the peaceful city, then to their body, and the mage standing beside it, they smiled.
"Thank you, Wraithvine. You freed me. And in my next life, for I believe I will be allowed to keep these memories, I will be able to have the strength to to free others from the curse I once bore." -- Anon Guest
There's only so many things that will keep a soul trapped in the mortal realm. Undeath, denial of death, and unfinished needs. All three are differently vile to Mistress Dark, the goddess of death, for different reasons. Each life has its threads in the gigantic knots of fate, and defying both those and the will of the Mistress is bound to catch the gods' ire.
They can plead all they like, but Mistress Dark begins with seething anger at the supplicant. Especially if they bound their soul to the world of their own free will.
This one was one of the accidental ones who had never meant to haunt the mortal plane. A soul's need to see something done, undone, preserved, or destroyed. Screaming as loud as they could about the lack of ability.
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