“Has she awoken yet?”

“Get on with it already, the selection’s starting”

“What is that?”

“It’s one of the puppets that was relocated a while back”

“Well?”

“How was it? How were the lives that you ‘oh-so’ begged us to give you?”

At first, I was in denial of all the shit they put us through.

I couldn’t do anything about it after all. I was bounded by them.

Not much a flee can do but latch unto wherever they are and well…survive.

But I can recall everything.

 I know that they owed me something. From my very first memory, I knew that I did not deserve whatever it is they are putting me through.  I guess that was what made me different from the rest. They owed me my pride, I surmise. Adequate enough that I know they had no rights to. I knew I shouldn’t be the gods puppet so I must do something about that.

Something…Anything.

It is what I had been doing for the past thousands of my lifetimes, what I had been dedicating myself unto. All ended in failure, of course. I did anything just to piss them off. It was why I got banned away from their direct spotlight of the theatre to be punished but now I’m back. They called me back.

“HAHAHA!”

My body started shaking from the painstaking recall as all of my past lives began flashing right before my eyes and I began to see more of  my older memories and consciousness back,even more clearly. From being beheaded, burnt alive, dragged around by horses until my skin peeled, raped, betrayed, accused, hanged, chopped down to pieces---all kinds of heinous things. So much information at the same time and these insidious lives. It’s making me dizzy--- 

Another thing they love making us do whenever we are called back to their theatre is shattering our bliss of death to remind us of our purpose as their play things. To those who could not comprehend it were always driven to instant madness before they get thrown back into the stage again, majority broken and terrorized. So they could then laugh at our pathetic states.

Of course, I’ve been through this before so it isn’t a surprise for me.

I dropped  heavily to the ground after recalling everything, shaking and exhausted from the overload of memories all at once . The shortness of my breathe and the hard sweating of my back as my nose begins to bleed. I wiped the blood away and got up. Kneeling in front of them and bowing. I’m afraid that if I do not compose myself enough, I might do something stupid and jump at them demanding their heads. I’ve done that before and it was another kind of torture they impaled unto me.

 “Look at that”

“So hilarious~ I can’t”

Their voices…Their presence…

“Bahahaha!”

These fuckers, who are laughing like maniacs in front of me now, the ones who put me through all of that hell of an infinite loop of lives, are the same gods who created me and the worlds.

How dare I, a mere creation defy my own creators. 

At first I didn’t dare to question them, I know I am beneath them so I simply begged for comfort instead. It didn’t even have to be my freedom but at least the feeling of it from someone, a lover.

Just anything that could stray my mind off our cruel reality, something to keep me going. I wished to spend all of my lifetimes with that person but they didn’t  make it as simple as I had wished. It was everything but comfort. After that, I never hoped for mercy.

“Shit, it’s starting”

“What was the theme again?”

“Ending reset”

“The hell, that’s too complicated”

“How are we supposed to know that we’re accidentally playing the same ending?”

“Who knows”

“We’ll lose!”

“Check in with the other groups, ask them about theirs”

In most of my lives I had been a selfless coward. I’ve fought back and given up, many times over. I didn’t care what happened all I kept doing was pray that this would all end. Someday for sure, but do I still have the courage to keep this up? I’m not so sure.

All I know is that I want to piss them off. Even if it takes me the whole of eternity to do it. I need to avenge myself.

“That dotted thing is going to be put there too?”

“Mn. Her soul’s very strong”

“Has she been reset yet?”

“Yep,Good thing we banished her, hahah”

Of course, it ‘s crazy. Going against the very gods who created you, the audacity of it  is simply unhinged but luckily… so am I?

“Hehe…”

“What the heck?”

“HEUHAHAH!”

“It finally lost it”

“Ew”

“Bugs laughing are so creepy”

“Get on with it already”

In this theatre of the heavens, I knelt alone facing my creators. My Gods. They are looking down upon me from their glorious thrones and their ethereal enormous bodies. Their presence bemused by my  

“You know what to do, right little bug?”,A goddess oh-so-kind and gracious enough to warn me and bless me with her presence close enough that I could feel the air that she radiates.

“It better”

“Don’t disappoint us~”

I suddenly saw blood dripping down from my jaw and I realized the bleeding of my nose hadn’t stopped. Am I really this excited? I loathe them so much that I could gouge my eyes out in front of them.

Light began emerging  from underneath me until it blinded my sight  and I knew then, that I was about to be reincarnated back into another world. A world that is the  theatre of the gods. I rejoiced.

“As you wish masters…”