A spirit is born from the void and in its death is plunged back into the void a drop bigger. This is the story of Vitriol who in a stroke of luck, died an abnormality. As all other souls die, shatter and scatter into the void, despite the unbearable pressure and his hate for life survived, and gained more than just his memories and passage to a new life.   Minor disclaimer: Might have stuff sexual in it, but I'm not one for profanity.