Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 412: A Crapshoot

Chapter 412: A Crapshoot

I blinked rapidly, my brain going through the words a hundred times before I gave up trying to understand them.

"Father took her head, Daddy killed her," I announced with what I thought was a very reasonable explanation as to why I wouldn’t have to go through that cycle again.

"I’m not even going to respond to that," sighed my voice. "Back to the story. You, in all your dumbfuckery, split your soul into eight pieces, died because you were a fraction, 1/8th, of your original strength, and then finally met with the beings were you an idiot for."

"Okay," I sighed. Clearly, no matter what I told myself, I was still a bit bitter over everything. "But how does that get me where I am right now?"

There was a long silence, and my voice, when it spoke again, was a lot softer. "Because you can’t have your cake and eat it, too," she/I sighed. "You wanted to create beings that were completely yours, but free will is a bitch."

"Just spit it out," I sighed, more than done with the whole conversation.

"Remember that pain right before you passed out and woke up here?" asked my voice instead of answering my question.

"Kind of hard to forget that," I sneered.

"That was a part of your soul dying."

I blinked rapidly, shooting to my feet. "My guys can’t die. It’s physically impossible, and even if they could die, Daddy would make sure that they were put back in their bodies. None of my guys are dead or dying."

"Ah," sighed the voice. "To be that naive. There were a lot of things wrong with that sentence, but I am only to address the elephant in the room. None of you men are dying. Not that they are really yours, you understand, but they are all lived and well."

"You just said that a part of my soul is dying," I snarled. I swear to the Devil, if I was half as annoying as my voice was, I was really surprised that the guys stayed with me for so long.

"One of your guys is no longer yours. So the soul inside of him is no longer yours either. Feel will and all that shit. If you don’t find that part of your soul and take it back, by force if necessary, you will never be complete. You will never be strong... and you will never remember who and what it means to be the Devil."

"No longer mine?" I asked, studying the moon in front of me. I could see the cracks where Pride, Envy, Lust, and Sloth’s souls were merged with mine, so it wasn’t one of theirs. That left Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath left.

I wonder which one turned his back on me...

And I wondered why I didn’t care more.

"Souls are linked to emotions, mental well-being, and hormonal stability," said my voice. I couldn’t even say that she/me was reading my mind because it was her’s, too.

Raising an eyebrow, I waited for her to explain herself. "Your apathy in regards to your men is because you lack your soul. Your inability to regulate anything and swing back and forth like a pendulum is because you lack your soul. Your lack of desire... your inability to really care about sex is due to hormonal instability, because of your... come on now, say it with me."

"Lack of soul," I deadpanned. As upset and disappointed I thought I should be, it was kind of nice to finally have an explanation as to why I was how I was. I knew it was still my fault that I just couldn’t bring myself to care about a lot of stuff, but at the same time, it wasn’t.

And that was freeing.

"Now do you see why it was a dumbass idea to destroy the one and only soul you will ever have for all eternity? If you ever create new creatures, do us both a favor and take an existing soul. Despite what you think, there is no such thing as soulmates. Everyone has a full and completely soul inside of them. Instead of thinking of it as soulmates, think more in terms of soul matches. Two souls matching each other’s energy so perfectly, it is like they are one."

"Noted," I shrugged. "Now, going back to my soul dying part. I think I should be mildly concerned about it."

"Probably," agreed my voice. "I mean, it’s a dick move to pledge themselves to someone else instead of the one who created them, but what do I know? I’m just your conscience."

"So, what do I need to do?"

"You have four paths in front of you," smirked my voice, and I could only roll my eyes. It really wasn’t my fault that I was obsessed with the number four. It was a nice, even number, more than two, and less than five, which was my other go-to number.

"Well, we know death is off the table for the fourth path," I smirked back. "Since none of us can die and all that."

"I wouldn’t be so quick to take it off the table yet," replied my voice. "Your first path is to let things be."

Yeah, I really wasn’t as original as I thought I was... seeing as two of the four paths in front of me had also been offered to Miriam.

"In other words, I never complete my soul. I will never regain all my powers and memories, and I will constantly stay like this."

"Being crazy isn’t that bad of a thing," chuckled my voice. "At least you can always keep yourself entertained. Not everyone can do that. Plus, you can get away with murder, since the courts won’t convict you."

I blinked, my face dropping. "It’s the fucking zombie apocalypse, there is no court, and I can murder whoever I want anyways."

"It won’t always be the zombie apocalypse," the voice murmured softly. "At some point in time, order will be restored, and there will no longer be a place for our brand of crazy."

"Lovely," I grumbled. "What are the next two paths?"

"Path two is to hunt down the one who betrayed you and take back your soul. This may or may not result in him dying... but what’s one or two dead Sins? It’s not like you don’t have enough guys panting after you. You can always trade them out."

I refused to answer that, mostly because I really wasn’t sure how I wanted to answer it.

As if clueing in, Hattie 2.0 continued. "Path number three is that you merge your soul with his... like you have done with the others. This will give him a boost in strength, but there is a chance that he will be too far gone to ever return to you. Then again, it might result in him returning to you, so it’s kinda a coin toss."

Nodding my head, I sighed. "And path four is death?"

"Of course it is," said Hattie 2.0. "Your death, his death, everyone’s death... once again, it’s a crapshoot."

"Of course it is."

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