"Might I ask what you are doing here? I hope you realise this is a prison. Outsiders aren't allowed. "
The voice asked me.
It sounded like a young man. Maybe in his mid teens , soft and gentle yet something about it felt unbelievably terrifying.
"I am here to take back something I lost." I replied.
I could hear muffled laughter coming from that boy.
I couldn't turn my neck , but if I had to guess he's not someone who has gone mad. His smell isn't like that.
"I see. I am assuming you are looking for your dream? Must've been hard losing it to priest Joseph. He's not a bad guy but he gets really angry when he sees something that's not mention in the book of the church."
"Indeed it was. May I ask why are you referring to him as a priest?" I was curious.
"He's the head Priest of the church. He went mad when he drank a concoction given to him by a travelling merchant. Now he hunts prisoners and judges them for their crimes. You are an undead, that must've been why he ate you."
A travelling merchant..I wonder if I know this person. My memory is trying to tell me something but I just can't remember it properly.
"Can you unfreeze me? I presume you just wanted to know who I am and my purpose, now that you know I would like to be freed. Even as an undead i still feel the cold."
"Ah yes gladly." With that my body was free.
The ice went away in the blink of an eye.
My body slowly began warming up, and it felt like I was almost alive.
I turned back to see that the boy had gone. He probably didn't want his identity to be known by others. Such a mystery.
I continued my search and soon found the armory.
It had already been looted but a few valuable items remain lodged inbetween the crevices of shelves and drawers.
"What I need is a sword, something enchanted hopefully." I asked.
No one was there but i still asked.
I found no weapon that was enchanted, only a ring by the looks of which you could tell it was meant for housewives to keep their hands warm while cleaning dishes. A heat generating ring.
Truly my fortune was shining brightly.
I put on the ring and grabbed an old sword. It shone brightly despite its age . I didn't put on any armour as I didn't need it. At worst i could die but what's death to an undead.
I got out of the armory.
"AHHHHAAAAAHHHAAAHHH"
The screams continued to echo through the prison.
They were coming from a bit deeper inside, from where I initially met that man.
With resolve to get back my dream i departed , it was a 5 minutes walk.
"Hello good sir, I have returned to claim something of mine which holds significant value to me. I believe that you came into possession of it when you killed me. Might I get it back?"
"Ahh? AHHH???AAAHHHH!" The man looked at my direction screaming.
With a slight twitch of his whole body he stopped screaming. His eyes opened wide , like they were looking beyond me and at me at the same time. His breath started to speed up. Quiet at first than loud like a steam engine.
"Ah I don't know what you are talking about. I don't have anything on me. I only carry this book. It tells about the word of god. Do you know of god? Have you seen god. I have. God is all. God is beautiful. God's will is mine . God even breeded with me, god's seed combined with the mortal body of mine gave birth to my other form. God is truly wonderful. I LOVE GOD . GOD GOD GOD. GOD GODS GOD. GOD..."
The man continued to chant "god" again and again. I tried to speak but he wouldn't listen.
Slowly his form shifted .
At first his head turned into that monstrous thing, then each of his fingers grew into tentacles. Each the size of an adult man. He whipped those tentacles around destroying the ground we stood on. It was made of concrete, so I assume he must be extremely strong.
I prepared for a fight.
While he continued his chant I leapt up in the holding the sword and aimed straight for his head.
*Wooosh*
A tentacles swung at me , grabbing my neck and chocking me.
I struggled mid air. It felt as if my bones were going to be crushed.
The slimy texture of the tentacles mixed with the horrendous smell of rotting flesh from the man made for an experience i would only describe as hellish. Actually hell was much better than this.
I eventually manage to free my self from his grasp thanks to the slimy-ness acting like a lubricant.
As I fell to the ground i pointed the sword towards his head and threw it at full force.
One perk of being an undead was strength beyond human capabilities and the ability to grow that strength after each death.
With a fountain of black blood sprouting from his head the man fell to his knees or atleast what i presumed were knees , still chanting 'god'.
The many tounges he possessed withered away like dried up leaves.
I walk towards the man and pulled out my sword, stabbing his still human-like chest and ripping it open.
A bunch of his internal organs fell onto the ground.
I slashed and slashed until eventually something fell out.
My head.
It was covered in things I couldn't describe but it definitely was my head.
And with that something began to shift in my memories.
My dream.
It was coming back to me after being devoured and locked up inside his belly.
Slowly but surely i could remember it. Remember all of it.
"I have to save her."