“Through me you pass into the city of woe: 

       Through me you pass into eternal pain: 

       Through me among the people lost for aye. 

       Justice the founder of my fabric moved: 

       To rear me was the task of Power divine,        

       Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love.

       Before me things create were none, save things 

       Eternal, and eternal I endure. 

       Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”

          -Dante Alighieri

I Died. I don’t really remember how. One moment I was alive, and the next, nothing. It wasn't dark, at least not in the traditional sense. There wasn’t an absence of light. More like I couldn't see the light that wasn't there. Maybe this is what it is like to be blind. 

Time is passing. I think. 

I try to remember my life. I used to be alive. That is the only thing I can say for sure. It’s like a dream. The more I try to remember, the further away it goes. 

I try to count to one million. I got lost around three hundred thousand. 

I don’t have hands. It took me a while to figure it out. It should have been obvious, given that I can't feel anything, but the revelation surprised me.

I think I’m losing my mind.

Something changed. I don’t know how much time has passed but, something is different. I can feel it in my bones.

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I have bones. 

There is a light in the distance. It calls me.

I have been walking for a long time.

I can walk.

I see the outside. There are others like me. Millions. Billions. More than I can count. They are fighting hell itself. That is the only way I know to describe it. Monsters whose names demons dare not to utter. Creatures born out of the abyss. 

I must fight them. 

This is my purpose. 

To delay oblivion.

Even if just for a second.

Name

Race

Skeleton

Class

None

Level

0/1

Rank

Unranked

Strength

2

Control

1

Power

1

Skills

None

Title

Spirit of Sheol