Exorcism - One Year Followup
~~~ Royal Archive ~~~
Year 562
March 30
Subject: ███████████
Race: ███████ (Exorcised)
Sex: Female
Age: Presumed 16
Transcript:
I... don't know what to do anymore. I can't be me, there's nothing left.
I can't even bring myself to end my life. Believe me, I've tried. Burning, stabbing, drowning, hanging, crushing, nothing sticks. Oh it hurts, it hurts so so so much... but my body just rearranges itself after anything happens. I even tried cutting off my left arm and throwing it into a nearby lake. Somehow when I woke up the next morning the arm was back. It smelled like fish, mud, and filth for the next month no matter how much I washed myself.
<The priest looks aghast at the description>
I tried cutting off my head after that. Do you know what happened?
<The priest shakes his head>
I got to watch all of the blood drain out of my body and the entire thing flop around upside down. It wasn't really painful, just uncomfortable and irritating. The entire thing took maybe ten minutes. That was the longest ten minutes of my entire life.
<The priest looks pale>
After that, I closed my eyes. It may have been a few minutes or an eternity. I couldn't tell anymore. But... I heard it. My body started moving on its own. I watched as my cold, blue body picked itself up, righted itself, picked me up... I guess I was just a head at that point. It picked me up and put me on the stump of a neck that was left and... everything was right side up again.
Pain, there was so much pain. Everything was on fire and freezing. I could barely move, everything was stiff. I couldn't stop shivering. I... couldn't help it anymore. I just cried and cried and cried and laid there for a week while my body righted itself. I didn't eat anything, I didn't drink anything, I didn't even move. It was horrible.
I was really desperate after that. The pain wasn't going to stop no matter what I did. I... tried cutting my own arm off again, but it wouldn't actually come off anymore. It was like cutting through wood all the way through, and the bone itself? Tough as steel. The other arm was easier... a lot easier. I tried cooking it and feeding it to some of the local dogs, which worked perfectly. The arm didn't come back at all.
<She holds her right arm forward>
So how do I have this arm?! I woke up the next morning and it was there, just as tough as the left side! In fact every single injury that I ever had made my body so strong that it wouldn't come apart anymore.
<She pulls out a knife from under her shirt, puts her right arm on the table, and jams the knife full force into her right hand. It bounces off>
See? Not only can I not die, I can't even hurt myself anymore!
<She takes the knife and thrusts it directly into her belly. It bounces off>
That was where the soldiers ran me through with a spear, hung me up, and left me to die outside the walls like a wretch.
<She shoves the knife into her eye. It gets wedged between the flesh and the eye socket>
Agh, that's annoying.
<She pulls the knife out>
I've been killed so many times now. I can't even think of a new way to kill myself anymore. Not that it actually matters when I can't die... and everyone is scared of me. I come here every sunday to talk because no one else will talk to me. At least you won't run away. I have... something to say here.
<She looks to the ground at this point>
Your church exorcised me, right?
<The priest nods in agreement>
I know you can't speak to me. I'm sure you can't even keep me caged up anymore. I still don't know what happened last year, but everyone that gets near me with weapons or ill intent ends up dead. The only reason you're here is because I keep coming back, isn't it?
<Silence>
I've truly lost myself. God doesn't want me, the devil can't have enough of me. I can't die, I can't live, and I can't keep doing this.
<She takes a long swig out of a bottle. It looked nearly full when she arrived.>
I don't even have a real name. Someone brought me some exotic alcohol and I ended up drinking the whole thing, grabbing a broom, and flying off into the night. I woke up three days later in a pool of my own vomit, blood, and tears deep enough to drown myself in. It was the funniest thing that I ever did, in the worst sort of way. I
I've been calling myself Saki ever since.
<She sighs>
I don't even have tears anymore. The worst thing that ever happened to me was done by your church, and I can't bring myself to move on. No, that's not right. I just don't know where to start, who to blame, or what to do.
<Silence>
I came here to say goodbye. I've spent so much time buried in the pit of my own selfish desires. Nothing that I am doing right now actually matters, you know? Nothing is real anymore and all of the consequences of my own actions are vapid and pointless. I don't even have scars from the amount of times I've ripped my insides apart and scattered them everywhere just trying to desperately get out of this life.
<She takes another long drink out of a bottle>
I'm not even tired anymore. This drink does nothing but make my head fuzzy. It doesn't even dull my past anymore. Just like everything else, it doesn't matter.
What do you think is in this bottle, alcohol?
<The priest nods sagely>
Yes, but not quite. I made some tea out of hemlock and nightshade and mixed it with the purest alchohol I could find. How much have I drank now?
<She holds the bottle up to her face>
Enough to kill 500 people, at least. My stomach is grumbling and everything is swimming in front of me. It's like... a bubbling pot of fire and ashes in my belly and... urgh. I'll be right back.
<She walks outside. The sound of retching can be heard. When she returns her shirt is stained and the bottle is missing.>
Well, that's that. I am immune to death in all its forms. No one can kill me, and anyone who tries caging me ends up dead while I'm sleeping and I wake up in the ditch or on the side of a river again.
<She smiles>
Priest? This is the last thing that I will ask of you. Could you give me a new shirt?
<The priest says nothing. He stands up, walks into another room. A few minutes pass by before he returns with an old, faded shirt. Saki takes it from him>
Thank you.
<She thinks for a moment>
I'm going now. I'm sure you'll hear of me sometime in the future. I think... it's time to find the rest of me. The part your people took.
Year 562
March 30
Subject: ███████████
Race: ███████ (Exorcised)
Sex: Female
Age: Presumed 16
Transcript:
I... don't know what to do anymore. I can't be me, there's nothing left.
I can't even bring myself to end my life. Believe me, I've tried. Burning, stabbing, drowning, hanging, crushing, nothing sticks. Oh it hurts, it hurts so so so much... but my body just rearranges itself after anything happens. I even tried cutting off my left arm and throwing it into a nearby lake. Somehow when I woke up the next morning the arm was back. It smelled like fish, mud, and filth for the next month no matter how much I washed myself.
<The priest looks aghast at the description>
I tried cutting off my head after that. Do you know what happened?
<The priest shakes his head>
I got to watch all of the blood drain out of my body and the entire thing flop around upside down. It wasn't really painful, just uncomfortable and irritating. The entire thing took maybe ten minutes. That was the longest ten minutes of my entire life.
<The priest looks pale>
After that, I closed my eyes. It may have been a few minutes or an eternity. I couldn't tell anymore. But... I heard it. My body started moving on its own. I watched as my cold, blue body picked itself up, righted itself, picked me up... I guess I was just a head at that point. It picked me up and put me on the stump of a neck that was left and... everything was right side up again.
Pain, there was so much pain. Everything was on fire and freezing. I could barely move, everything was stiff. I couldn't stop shivering. I... couldn't help it anymore. I just cried and cried and cried and laid there for a week while my body righted itself. I didn't eat anything, I didn't drink anything, I didn't even move. It was horrible.
I was really desperate after that. The pain wasn't going to stop no matter what I did. I... tried cutting my own arm off again, but it wouldn't actually come off anymore. It was like cutting through wood all the way through, and the bone itself? Tough as steel. The other arm was easier... a lot easier. I tried cooking it and feeding it to some of the local dogs, which worked perfectly. The arm didn't come back at all.
<She holds her right arm forward>
So how do I have this arm?! I woke up the next morning and it was there, just as tough as the left side! In fact every single injury that I ever had made my body so strong that it wouldn't come apart anymore.
<She pulls out a knife from under her shirt, puts her right arm on the table, and jams the knife full force into her right hand. It bounces off>
See? Not only can I not die, I can't even hurt myself anymore!
<She takes the knife and thrusts it directly into her belly. It bounces off>
That was where the soldiers ran me through with a spear, hung me up, and left me to die outside the walls like a wretch.
<She shoves the knife into her eye. It gets wedged between the flesh and the eye socket>
Agh, that's annoying.
<She pulls the knife out>
I've been killed so many times now. I can't even think of a new way to kill myself anymore. Not that it actually matters when I can't die... and everyone is scared of me. I come here every sunday to talk because no one else will talk to me. At least you won't run away. I have... something to say here.
<She looks to the ground at this point>
Your church exorcised me, right?
<The priest nods in agreement>
I know you can't speak to me. I'm sure you can't even keep me caged up anymore. I still don't know what happened last year, but everyone that gets near me with weapons or ill intent ends up dead. The only reason you're here is because I keep coming back, isn't it?
<Silence>
I've truly lost myself. God doesn't want me, the devil can't have enough of me. I can't die, I can't live, and I can't keep doing this.
<She takes a long swig out of a bottle. It looked nearly full when she arrived.>
I don't even have a real name. Someone brought me some exotic alcohol and I ended up drinking the whole thing, grabbing a broom, and flying off into the night. I woke up three days later in a pool of my own vomit, blood, and tears deep enough to drown myself in. It was the funniest thing that I ever did, in the worst sort of way. I
I've been calling myself Saki ever since.
<She sighs>
I don't even have tears anymore. The worst thing that ever happened to me was done by your church, and I can't bring myself to move on. No, that's not right. I just don't know where to start, who to blame, or what to do.
<Silence>
I came here to say goodbye. I've spent so much time buried in the pit of my own selfish desires. Nothing that I am doing right now actually matters, you know? Nothing is real anymore and all of the consequences of my own actions are vapid and pointless. I don't even have scars from the amount of times I've ripped my insides apart and scattered them everywhere just trying to desperately get out of this life.
<She takes another long drink out of a bottle>
I'm not even tired anymore. This drink does nothing but make my head fuzzy. It doesn't even dull my past anymore. Just like everything else, it doesn't matter.
What do you think is in this bottle, alcohol?
<The priest nods sagely>
Yes, but not quite. I made some tea out of hemlock and nightshade and mixed it with the purest alchohol I could find. How much have I drank now?
<She holds the bottle up to her face>
Enough to kill 500 people, at least. My stomach is grumbling and everything is swimming in front of me. It's like... a bubbling pot of fire and ashes in my belly and... urgh. I'll be right back.
<She walks outside. The sound of retching can be heard. When she returns her shirt is stained and the bottle is missing.>
Well, that's that. I am immune to death in all its forms. No one can kill me, and anyone who tries caging me ends up dead while I'm sleeping and I wake up in the ditch or on the side of a river again.
<She smiles>
Priest? This is the last thing that I will ask of you. Could you give me a new shirt?
<The priest says nothing. He stands up, walks into another room. A few minutes pass by before he returns with an old, faded shirt. Saki takes it from him>
Thank you.
<She thinks for a moment>
I'm going now. I'm sure you'll hear of me sometime in the future. I think... it's time to find the rest of me. The part your people took.
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