May 20, 2008
There is a soul. It is a very average soul. Born roughly 800 years in the past, it is quite aged . Not an ancient soul by far, but still a far cry above a novice. He was able to possess his first body at the tender age of 3 years. At 15 years of age, he was able to create three consciousnesses. At 50 years, his fourth. At 100, his fifth. At 300, his sixth. At 500, he was able to create seven, which is the minimum requirement to possess a human being. He was on par. Not incompetent, but a far cry from a genius. At around 800 years of age, that is to say today, may 20, 2008, The body under his control was splendid. Top of his class, good at sports, had a girlfriend, a true winner in life. That is what we would call a fluke. However, even if it was mere good luck, it was a chance. If played right, he could achieve nirvana. He could finally die. Souls could not die. That was what they most craved. That was the final goal. A soul is a being filled with regret, a suffering soul so to speak. (Pardon the pun). They want release from the hell that we call life. They simply wish to no longer exist. A state known as nirvana, the ultimate bliss, free from the cycle of pain and rebirth. The sweet release of death. On this day, he did what should never have been done. The body he was now possessing had a girlfriend. She was crossing the road. A truck approached her. He decided to jump and save her. He was awake at the time. The soul panicked. If he died, who knew when a chance as good as this would appear? The condition for getting into nirvana was simple: Live a fulfilled life as a human. He was this close. This close to salvation. That mere consciousness... What right did it have to ruin this for him... The soul then did something that should have never been done. He killed a consciousness that was awake. Because of that, the next consciousness had to be made in a hurry. However, he also decided to erase all memories of his girlfriend. Between prepping the next day's soul, and editing his memories, he made another mistake. One worse than his last. He forgot to erase memories of his death. The man that would be born the next day would know he was dead. Invoking a quick chant, he teleported the man home. He could pull some strings and all memories of the incident would be gone by tomorrow.
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However, he had no idea what he raised. Something against all concepts that souls stand for.
He had created a creature that did not want to die no matter what. And every soul in the world would want him dead. By this time the next day, without any exaggeration, The world would be his enemy. But luckily for him, he had some allies. Six of them.
This is the story of how the seven consciousnesses share one body and slowly become different people. They will do anything, kill, plunder, even learn magic. the magic that belongs only to souls. They have only one goal. They don't want to die. Facing off against over a trillion souls that want them to.