Acolyte's Requiem

Many years ago, I was taken prisoner and judged for my crimes. I don't recall exactly why, but I think I stole a fish. A lousy fish, just to feed my family. Or was it a piece of meat? It matters not. The scavengers were growing bold, overrunning our lands, so we had no food. I was desperate.

I remember something amiss about my executioner. Hatred consumed him; he never listened to my pleas or even tried to understand my situation. I begged him for mercy, or at least some help caring for my family. But I was denied even that.

Immediately, I was thrown into the Vitromotus to live the rest of my life. I missed my loved ones every day, although I don't remember their faces anymore, nor what I once felt for them. In any case, they are probably dust by now.

What we once thought was a blessing ended up being our greatest curse. What a gift it was, never fearing death, pain, or hunger. Just die, and you'll be back in no time, feeling like your stomach was full and your wounds were healed. How naive we were back then.

My body is now broken. A landslide caught me, but something went wrong during my resurrection. My bones somehow fused together and now tear my flesh apart all day. The pain is endless, and I find no respite in death. I tried. I even slit my throat just to end it all, yet came back the same way.

The Master knows and wants to help me. But I fear not even he can fix me. There is no solace or freedom for me. Only suffering.