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bitterness. “What an extraordinary gift. You are able to see those who have been killed and indeed those who have killed.”
“I can see all things Charity.” Faith answered. “I see the car accident that was no accident. I see the mortals as they lived in life. I see them as they exist in their next life… empty.”
“I have no sympathy for ghosts!” Charity snapped. “Where were they? Not one single ghost ventured out of their world to warn us about the party that we were trapped within? I am not the killer of anybody Faith. It was not me who drove the car and crashed it into a bus.”
She continued to stare at Faith as she thought again about her sister’s extraordinary gift and how dangerous it was to those who have killed. “So,” she asked, “what do you intend to do with the knowledge that you are acquiring from these… empty-ghosts?”
“Help all those that I can_.”
Charity stood up from her armchair and took a few steps toward her sisters. “The two of you have shown more concern to the race of the mortal than you have shown to me… your own kind.” She pointed to the door indicating the world outside the room. “Just because we look like them it does not mean that we are them.”
Hope stared at Charity… her sister – but saw only a stranger. “What on this earth has happened to you. What have the mortals ever done to you?” She could not understand why her sister was so bitter toward this particular race of people. “You lie and deceive because you cannot cope with the way that your body has aged?”
She pointed at Charity and saw not a sighting of remorse within her sister’s auras and told her as much. “You kill Souls but I see no remorse. I see no turmoil… grief or regret.” Hope stared at the swirling mass of muddied-red in her sister’s auras. “That…” she pointed at her sister’s resentment and anger, “is all that I can see. Anger and a swirling mass of blame, hatred and loathing. You need to stop blaming Earth’s creatures for the state of affairs that you find yourself in_.”
“You dare to ask me.” Charity interrupted Hope and using her good arm, prodded her finger at her sister’s chest before continuing. “You dare to ask me what is happening. What the fuck has happened to the two of you? Look at the pair of you. You have the sight of the auras and you…” she looked at Faith, “can still see the existence of all things in the Universe. But neither of you use what you have to find a way back home.” She raised her voice. “No! Not you!” She shouted. “You waste it on a race of people who believe in nothing but themselves.”
Faith raised an eye-brow and was about to warn her sister not to take too big a bite out of Hypocrisy for it might just choke her, but Charity started to speak again.
“Look at you. How easy you accept ageing decaying flesh.” She stepped away, sneered in disgust at her sisters and putting a sarcastic tone into her voice, said; “Ooh…” but she paused, looked up at the ceiling and tried to decide what name to call the vindictive bitch that left them like this – because for sure it isn’t going be Mother Earth . “Ooh thank you earthy… thank you so much for turning us into mortals!”
“You blame Earth and her creatures.” Faith said. “When you know that the blame is with Hera. It was she alone…” Faith raised an eyebrow, “Hera and her jealousy.”
“Furthermore,” Hope added. “You are not the only one who has struggled within their transformation_.”
“Shut up Hope.” Charity interrupted. “I really don’t care what it is that you have to say.” And she smirked at the sight of tears welling up within Hope’s eyes. “Now run along and get yourself a drink. Life’s just got a little bit too… tough for you.”
“That’s enough.” Faith said harshly. “You speak not to your sister with kindness or with compassion. Do so now.”
Silence hit the room.
Charity narrowed her eyes at
“I can see all things Charity.” Faith answered. “I see the car accident that was no accident. I see the mortals as they lived in life. I see them as they exist in their next life… empty.”
“I have no sympathy for ghosts!” Charity snapped. “Where were they? Not one single ghost ventured out of their world to warn us about the party that we were trapped within? I am not the killer of anybody Faith. It was not me who drove the car and crashed it into a bus.”
She continued to stare at Faith as she thought again about her sister’s extraordinary gift and how dangerous it was to those who have killed. “So,” she asked, “what do you intend to do with the knowledge that you are acquiring from these… empty-ghosts?”
“Help all those that I can_.”
Charity stood up from her armchair and took a few steps toward her sisters. “The two of you have shown more concern to the race of the mortal than you have shown to me… your own kind.” She pointed to the door indicating the world outside the room. “Just because we look like them it does not mean that we are them.”
Hope stared at Charity… her sister – but saw only a stranger. “What on this earth has happened to you. What have the mortals ever done to you?” She could not understand why her sister was so bitter toward this particular race of people. “You lie and deceive because you cannot cope with the way that your body has aged?”
She pointed at Charity and saw not a sighting of remorse within her sister’s auras and told her as much. “You kill Souls but I see no remorse. I see no turmoil… grief or regret.” Hope stared at the swirling mass of muddied-red in her sister’s auras. “That…” she pointed at her sister’s resentment and anger, “is all that I can see. Anger and a swirling mass of blame, hatred and loathing. You need to stop blaming Earth’s creatures for the state of affairs that you find yourself in_.”
“You dare to ask me.” Charity interrupted Hope and using her good arm, prodded her finger at her sister’s chest before continuing. “You dare to ask me what is happening. What the fuck has happened to the two of you? Look at the pair of you. You have the sight of the auras and you…” she looked at Faith, “can still see the existence of all things in the Universe. But neither of you use what you have to find a way back home.” She raised her voice. “No! Not you!” She shouted. “You waste it on a race of people who believe in nothing but themselves.”
Faith raised an eye-brow and was about to warn her sister not to take too big a bite out of Hypocrisy for it might just choke her, but Charity started to speak again.
“Look at you. How easy you accept ageing decaying flesh.” She stepped away, sneered in disgust at her sisters and putting a sarcastic tone into her voice, said; “Ooh…” but she paused, looked up at the ceiling and tried to decide what name to call the vindictive bitch that left them like this – because for sure it isn’t going be Mother Earth . “Ooh thank you earthy… thank you so much for turning us into mortals!”
“You blame Earth and her creatures.” Faith said. “When you know that the blame is with Hera. It was she alone…” Faith raised an eyebrow, “Hera and her jealousy.”
“Furthermore,” Hope added. “You are not the only one who has struggled within their transformation_.”
“Shut up Hope.” Charity interrupted. “I really don’t care what it is that you have to say.” And she smirked at the sight of tears welling up within Hope’s eyes. “Now run along and get yourself a drink. Life’s just got a little bit too… tough for you.”
“That’s enough.” Faith said harshly. “You speak not to your sister with kindness or with compassion. Do so now.”
Silence hit the room.
Charity narrowed her eyes at
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