Soul Reflection Paper

I am called upon every night, to meet The Souls of those who have fallen. Unaware of who I am? What was I? What purpose does my life hold any meaning? I can only recall my creator and the task he assigned me. Yet, my images and stills plague my mind. There is another with me, where me and her appear to be joyful in a peaceful serenity of our own. I once asked my creator of the images that appear in my mind, I was instructed to ignore them and focus on the souls to take.

I’ve always done what was told, I’ve never questioned nor deny what my creator told me. Until that night when I went to collect a soul that held the key to the explanation of my existence. It was half past the hour of midnight, the air was cool yet filled with fog. I walk past a car accident and acknowledge the bodies that lie on the floor still. My appearance alters depending on the soul that I collect, if a soul is free of sin; I am unchanged. If the soul is immoral and filled with sinister vile evil, what is seen before them is a creature only known to be death; the skin falls off my body, the eyes that are within my head are sunken and turn hallow, while the wings that are attached to my body are turned into skeleton mass of bones. My second form is death, it is due to this

“Eliza” that name that appeared suddenly within my mind was gone in a flash. Without me releasing her soul, she had awakened. She was no longer among the living, but neither was her soul ready to be taken. In my images her eyes once resembled the color of emeralds, but now have took the form of the lost souls; her eyes were now pitch black where no amount of light could capture. She stands up and stares at me blankly as if I was the one who’ve done her harm, she then looks around at the disarray that surrounded her. It only took a moment for her to recognize that it was her body laying on the floor of the