Writing down in every space of the papers before him, Marco selected what could be donated. Being at the age of twenty-three, pretty much everything was usable. Save for the thing he needed to function as a person, his brain. According to the doctors, he had around six months before losing his grip on reality and motor functions. Therefore, he had two choices: one, ask for euthanasia and have his organs harvested for a terminal patient that could be saved; two, live his next six months and then turn into a lunatic strapped to a bed.

Letting out a sigh, Marco watched the papers authorizing euthanasia before him. Live six months well-lived, or allow someone to have a chance to live? Fuck this. The world is weird. He mumbled while lazily reaching for the euthanasia papers. After placing his signature, Marco reached for the button to call the nurse. She came right away. With the papers in hand, she quickly left the room before a second nurse came in.

"I'm going to anesthetize you now. Then, we will take you to the operation room where we will administer an injection so you can rest," She said in a caring tone as Marco simply closed his eyes and waited for his conscience to fade into nothing.

"Can you hear me?" An unfamiliar yet warm voice called out in the dark. It sounded weak, however, it was clear in tone and speech.

"Yes," Marco replied while his body felt off. It was as if something was missing.

"I'm glad. I managed to link us at the last moment. A moment longer, and you would have passed on," The voice said as Marco tried to trace the voice to its origin. However, all Marco could see around him, was darkness.

"You, did you prevent my death? Why would you do that? That's a horrible thing to do," Marco replied while trying to get a feel for his body, which seemed weightless.

"Forgive me, but it seems I have confused you. I still have some time. Therefore, allow me to clarify. You have died. One cannot survive without one's heart. What I did was remove your soul from the river of death and move it elsewhere. We are in the lay in between. A pocket space without anything but void. In essence, I made you pass on. It's just that you are not in the same cycle as before," The voice explained while Marco felt himself moving. However, he couldn't feel his legs.

"But, why would you do that? And why me?" Marco inquired while twisting himself around in the void.

"Allow me to elaborate. I am responsible for weaving life into my reality. There are many of my kind who possess unique abilities. My husband, for example, is the keeper of prophecies. His foresight allows him to see the future of anyone, but himself. And he saw my future, I was fated to have two fillies. However, agh!" There was a brief pause from the voice.

Did it just say it would have fillies? No, that can't be right.

"Sorry. There is something else happening right now. But, I still have some time left. As I was saying, I was destined to have two fillies. However, as soon as I got confirmation of being pregnant, my fate changed. I would lose my life after the birth of my first child. I could not bear that fate. I would not stand idly by as the future of my baby was taken away from her. Therefore, I committed a taboo. I used my powers to meddle with fate and alter my story. I will now perish after the birth of my second baby, ugh!" The voice was cut off once more.

"I still need to brief him. Hold on!" The voice spoke as if it was in pain. "Ok. I, I'm ok. Because of my actions, a child that shouldn't have been born will now be born. The world itself will be at odds with her. And to make things worse, as punishment, my firstborn might be hurt as well. Moreover, Fate made a move to prevent me from having even my firstborn. My sickness shouldn't have been this bad. And that's what brings us to you, the one that allowed me to trick fate once more. I hadn't intended for you to serve these two purposes. But, your soul was the closest one I managed to latch onto and pull over here. You are dead and you're not from this world; so, Fate can't have a hold of you. Moreover, the body that received your organs was a gate that replaced my original organs once they were in place."

"So, is this a way to thank me? Can, can I at least say goodbye to my family? I don't care if they can't hear me. It's just something that I need to do." Marco inquired as the voice seemed to be cut off once more. But there were no grunts this time.

"I know this is unfair. Your world is a mess and some are given an early loss without reason. But out of the thousands of candidates, you were the one that I managed to connect to. Moreover, you were kind enough to give me more time. You've given me so much, and I need to ask more of you. I am truly sorry. Please, protect them."

"I have no other choice, do I?" There was no response. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

"YES! Listen, my time is up. I can't keep this up much longer. Please! Help them! I beg of you!"

Suddenly, everything went white. Memories of his name, family, and life disappeared. He could remember math, reading, biology, history, and other subjects too, as well as a few first aid lessons. It was a knowledge he didn't know the source of, but it was there. That much was a fact. But, that would have to wait. Because, that soul, was falling asleep.

I leave this to you. My husband will know what to do. I can't give you knowledge of who you were. This is all I could save. Please, protect my daughters.

Closing the book his wife had handed to him, Sors looked back at his resting wife and their sleeping baby. Many questions flowed through his mind. But only two managed to reach his lips.

"Is this what you chose, Faust? How far did you take this?"

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

This story will be a bit more serious. I hope you enjoy it!