Unsealing Emptiness

He was not a human since no human is aware of himself even before his birth. He has no blood and no heart, but emotions? He does have feelings, but can he express them? Why was he called a Devil's Spawn at his birth? Why did they cut away his arms and a leg? Why did no one ever visit him for years? And why does this emptiness... feels so... just so familiar? Why does the Void feel so... full? Who is he? Or rather... What is he? Countless questions—all left unanswered. This is Ozul Ashfall's Adventure to comprehend his own existence. ______________________________________ Disclaimer: I do not own this cover, and if you are the owner and want me to take it down, please contact me on the discord server: discord.gg/RVBHh4rTJJ

Bird_0f_Hermes · Eastern
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Difficult Situation.

"What are you doing?" shouted the old man as he noticed Ozul's hand almost touching the head of his corpse.

"Can I not touch?" he asked, his hand only a few inches from the corpse's head.

He could feel it; the so-called Mind's Eye was right between the corpse's temples. But he didn't know how sensitive it was and didn't want to risk it. Ideally, if he wanted to extract it from the corpse without any repercussions, he would have to be in direct contact.

Squinting his eyes, the old man replied in an unsure tone, "You can satisfy your curiosity later. First, sit on that cushion, I will impart to you my legacy."

'Yet another lie... I must not sit on that cushion,' Ozul thought silently but the stiff muscles on his face didn't betray his emotions.

"Just one touch will be enough, why wait until I've received the inheritance?" As he said this, his hand again reached for the corpse's forehead.