Souls In Flux

    I shouldn't have taken the girl.  If I had known I wouldn't have.  In my defense, there are precious few opportunities to advance when you exist as I do.  I am a dark muse, and an ambitious one.  I was a second plane dweller in the circle of lust and am a lesser soul.  Under direction from the venerable Melpomene and by order of Queen Maab herself, I brought dreams upon sleeping mortals.  As they retired, I delivered thoughts shameful and angry, guilty and sad.  I didn't bring these with me for I had to travel lightly.  No, these things I harvested from what was already present.  I gathered them and placed them upon the foreheads of my charges.  What came of it was not mine to know.  I told myself that they were lessons, but they could just as well have been torments.

    All of this aside, recently there were a number of souls admitted to the Guf.  This meant that there was rare opportunity to move closer to Limbo and rebirth.  As I said, I am ambitious.  I had done my time in the more ignoble planes.  From Wrath and Sloth, the fifth plane, I clawed my way to what had been my current assignment.  From there I could sense the light.  My heart longed for another chance.  Though I would not be aware that it was such upon my rebirth, I ached at the prospect.

    That is why I took the girl.  She had done nothing, but my goal had been to intensify the guilt of her father, who had sided with his new wife when problems had arisen.  This to the detriment of his own daughter, his own flesh and blood.  I took her essence, which left her physical form in a state of coma.  I didn't know.

    Her soul is now trapped in the second circle, and mine demoted to the sixth, that of heresy, as a consequence.  I was so close.  Though mine is crushed, my heart longs for that little girl's soul, that she be returned before her physical form expires.  I've robbed her of her chance in order to make an impression.  I can only hope my remorse will speed her home again.  I was so close.