Blue Lynx

Chapter 1: A Beginning To Another's End

Where was I? I don't know where I was, but all I remember is I had one goal in mind. I have to kill someone, and anyone that stands in my way. That was my only purpose of living. The gods of justice resurrected me to carry out my destiny of death. That is what Gods of Justice do: resurrect people and turn them into Jyuras, which are also known as Minions of Justice. This is no manslaughter, no act of murder, and no one to stop me. The demons and the taken souls are the only thing that stand in my way.

The person I am destined to kill is linked to me. I bet they deserve what's coming for them. They know what's coming for them. I don't take apologies or any act hostility very lightly. If they did something, they did it. I'm not forgiving them for it. If the Moje carries out his task and kills the target, they will become an Risjuc. They are also known as Demigods, with more powers and abilities than a Jyura, and less people to stand in their way.

After that, the Gods of Justice will determine whether to send you to hell, or to make you become one of them. The task is not simple, but I'm going to live a harsh life in hell if I refuse to kill them.

I was in a dark place, and it was a mixture of hot and cold. I was contained in something that seemed like a crystal. The front side of the container opened slowly, and I saw a long black stone path that lead to the center of the room. A voice spoke to me. "Good. You're alive," said the voice."You have been resurrected as a Moje. I'm sure you know what that means." I did. Somehow my brain already knew almost everything to know. Everything, but my past. "Walk to the center of the room," continued the voice. I followed his command, or I was the one destined to die. I looked around, and it seemed like there was no sign of any past existence here. I was the first one.

I continued walking down the path.There was something that seemed like a table with strange codings on the side. I lightly touched it, and the codings started to turn neon blue, outlined with dark shadowy matter. A large orb of flaming blue fire levitated above the table. "Welcome, newcomer. You know the destined target. End them. Do well, Blue Lynx," said the voice. This was my new life. An evil that does the good. That's fine with me, I guess. As long as I'm alive.

My fingertips met the blue flame. It felt cold at first, but then blazed and burned with fiery death. It got sucked into my fingertips, spread up my arms all the way through my body, head to toe. It all happened in a matter of seconds like a wildfire in a forest. I felt like I had just been thrown into the sun itself. Supposively this was considered a normal process.

Screaming with terror and pain, I realized I was not in the same room anymore. My vision turned blue, and I could see flames emitting from my eyeballs. In fact, I could see right through me like I was a living fire. No skin, no muscles, nothing. My heart now started to burn more than my body was. It now felt like someone had taken out my heart and tossed it into the furnace. I looked down to see not red, but black. I had a black heart glowing inside me, as well as the arteries that surround it like shadows. It was a message about carelessness for the destined target.

My now sullen heart has one thing on it's mind. Nothing but the target. Of course, my heart can't control me, but right now I don't have any memories to change that. I now realized I was not in a room anymore. I was hurtling towards the Earth like a blue flaming meteor. The only thing that frightened me was that I had no idea where I was hurtling into.

I wanted this to be over quick. The flames inside can't burn forever, can they? As the seconds passed, it felt like the fire was growing. Bigger and hotter, faster and stronger. Faster, and faster. At this point I could see where I was heading, and I did not like the sight of it. It was night time, about 3-4 A.M. The landing zone was a field biome. That poor green and alive grass would soon be burned to hell.

I prepared for impact, curling myself into a ball, knowing that there was no possible safe way to land this drop alive. As I went through the clouds, it seemed as time had slowed down. My senses were now recovering. The time slowing down indicates my fast reflexes and speed movement. After about thirty seconds of falling like a feather, time sped up, and I passed through the final cloud.

With my vision still blue and blurry, I didn't have to see that it was in fact a field biome. With fear as well as confidence, I plummeted into the field, back first into the hard solid ground. I lay there unconscious for more than four hours, and for four hours I thought. What will be my future? What will the people that used to know me be like? I'm supposed to be dead.