Sky Fall Legend 61 Life

— Jodye's mind - Earth, 2027 AD, Old Orleans, 3rd ward

Jodye Trill and Sylvester Tricko were floating in the sky above the deteriorating city.

"I…remember this place. Old Orleans… the lost city. So this place is… Earth?" Jodye Trill scratched his head and looked around at the surrounding city. Most of the buildings were old and falling apart, and there were varying levels of water and damage everywhere.

"Earth? How dull and unsophisticated. Can't the surface of any life star be referred to as the earth? Surely this star has a different name," Sylvester Tricko was utterly unsatisfied upon hearing what Jodye Trill had called this world, "At any rate, let us follow the soul flow. The sooner you remember yourself, the sooner we can leave this wretched place. I mean seriously, is there ANY heaven and earth origin energy in this world? Even the worldly essence is so thin that it is negligible. This world simply couldn't have truly been this dry, it must be your mortal status clouding your recognition."

Jodye didn't have time to answer this obnoxious prince Tricko. This was because he had found himself staring at a little baby crying in an empty alleyway. This baby was wrapped in a golden cloth that seemed to be made of some extravagant material. However, the thunder clouds in the sky suggested that rain would soon come pouring down. What would the infant do then? Who would leave such a small child here all alone? Before Jodye realized it, he was already fully immersed within these scenes, no longer aware of the pa.s.sage of time or anything else.

The little brown fella with deep dark eyes was crying those little eyes off. The alleyway got darker and darker as the booming of thunder and crackling of lightning echoed throughout this small corner of the world. The sounds almost seemed to resonate with the intense sorrow of the infant. Rain starts pouring down as the infant continued to screech. Oddly enough, a pale platinum light barrier was blocking the rain from the reaching within two feet of the child.

"Big sis, do you hear that? It sounds like a baby crying," said an airy and pretty voice.

"Mn. It's coming from the same direction as that vibe I got earlier," came an equally delicate but far more mature sounding voice. "We should find the one we search for in that place."

"The one we search for already has a family? Or is the baby the one?" asked the voice of the young girl.

"We will have to see for ourselves, little Lulu," as the mature voice faded, around the corner walked a pair of stunningly attractive sisters, with creamy chocolate skin. Jodye felt his entire being tremble when he laid eyes on them. He had dreamed about these two women every day of his new life, up until he got amnesia. Seeing them now made feelings and memories start flooding out of Jodye's source spirit and a.s.similating with his unstable mind.

On the other hand, as soon as Sylvester laid eyes on the mature woman, he released an incredibly dense killing intent and bloodl.u.s.t. She may look much, much, younger, but Sylvester could never mistake that face, and especially not that vile aura! This was the woman who killed him. Oh, how funny and deadly was this thing called fate power? Merely, Jodye was unable to notice any of Sylvester's reaction at the moment.

The mature beauty appeared to be in her early 30s and was wearing a plain blue dress that hugged her womanly figure with a voluptuous shape. Her hair was cut low with a cute design that reminded Jodye of a famous actress from his last life. She had several piercings on her ears and tribal looking tattoos down her left leg wrapping around her waist. There many markings related to voodoo and the occult. Her eyes were multicolored, and they seemed to be a blend of purple, red, and gold. Those eyes of hers were piercing even in the darkest environment, and they accented the hypnotic effect given off by the shape of her s.e.xy body. This woman was a born temptress. A full-blooded succubus.

Whereas the little lolita by her side had dark features and long curly black hair. Her eyes were pitch black, like the darkest night. In spite of being a four or five-year-old child, her countenance was far from average, she was totally breath-taking!

"Sanny, Sanny, it's alone, and it's alive!" as soon as she saw the crying baby, the little girl Lulu hurriedly tried to run over and rescue it, but the mature beauty grabbed her arm tight. "Sansa, let me go, I have to save it. That's MY baby now, no else is around!"

"No, stay still. It's dangerous. Look at the rain…" said Sansa pointing out the rain that stopped before it could reach the child. It was as if the child disdained to be touched by the rain, or maybe it was a natural defense mechanism to prevent early death? If this child were the one Sansa had been searching for, then she wouldn't doubt it, "Let me."

Sansa's hands suddenly started moving at a blinding speed, making them blur and distorting the void in front of herself. Curse seals begin to form and surround the infant like mystical chains. The baby stopped crying before slowly closing its eyes, as the barrier blocking the rain begin to recede. Sansa swiftly blocked the shower with a gate of her own qi before the infant could get wet. Sansa then picked up the sealed infant, and the scene faded away…

This abandoned infant was none other than little Jodye Trill, in his last life!

Many scenes played after that, allowing Jodye to basically relive the most memorable moments of his previous life. Jodye grew up as an orphan, unaware of his parent's ident.i.ty. The ones who raised him were precisely Sansa and Lulu! Sansa and Lulu were biological sisters. Jodye and Lulu grew up in the slums of the lost city of Old Orleans, a city abandoned by the local government because it was a hotbed for natural disaster and crime. Sansa and Lulu only survived by selling homemade medical remedies, and some trinkets related to their witchcraft and voodoo. These were things that typically interested close to no one. Nonetheless, the three of them were broke but happy.

Sylvester Tricko was watching with great interest, as myriad scenes flashed in and out of existence. The two women called Jodye their little husband and showered him with love and attention in his earliest days. They taught him truly profound voodoo principles but masked it behind lies and half-truths. Though the boy lived a rough life, he was at least taken care of at first. This changed when he was six.

One night Sansa came home with a strange looking pimp, named Jonathan. This guy was a total creep, but for some reason, Sansa started not only dating him but also selling her body for his benefit. Sansa changed after that, never speaking a single word to Jodye or even glancing in his direction, and rarely speaking to Lulu. At the time, Jodye was only six years old.

As Sylvester Tricko watched this, he realized that this Jodye Trill was wrapped up in a conspiracy he had no hopes of unraveling on such a worthless life star. The woman he knew as Sansa was hiding so much from the kid, that it couldn't even be explained briefly. However, Sylvester actually pitied Sansa a little once he saw the scenes of her following behind Jonathan like a helpless puppy, obviously under the effects of glamor laws or a charm curse. He also took note of the many times Jodye heard her randomly mumbling to herself incoherently. Merely, to Sylvester, these ramblings were neither random nor incoherent.

She was speaking in an ancient Fey language, and it was always the same chant. This was some kind of curse she was keeping in effect.

"Infinity soul, infinity soul, divine sublimation soul, the hold is tight, the night is bright, a fourth of worth brings peace in sight."

These words were startling Sylvester significantly, and every time Sansa did this she would mention the infinity soul. This is the part that truly stood out to the young sky wolf. He was almost sure she had been mumbling a curse! What kind of evil could it be that she managed to say it ritually in spite of suffering under the effects of charm poisoning!

Or maybe the one who poisoned her was aware of the curse's significance as well?

Eventually, this Jonathan guy turned his evil sights to Lulu. He convinced Lulu to sell her body as well, using Jodye's education as the reason and charm laws as the catalyst. However, once Sansa found out about this she kicked Jonathan out in a fit of extreme rage. After that, Sansa was extremely unbalanced. Lulu continued to prost.i.tute as if it was drug addiction, and Jodye stuck to his studies, oblivious of it all.

This was until the day Jodye was kidnapped by a group of thugs at the age of 11-years-old! Lulu was lured to his rescue, and they were both violated, while Jodye was tortured physically and forced to watch Lulu get used. This last for days before Sansa found them and slaughtered the entire building in a fit of rage.

Sylvester Tricko watched as Jonathan orchestrated the most soul-wrenching experience of Jodye's young life. For the first time, he honestly felt Jodye had suffered a lot of injustice. It was definitely a damaging event. Even the usually aloof Sylvester could not remain completely indifferent when watching what Jodye had experienced in his past childhood. How tragic it must be to grow up weak and alone!

Sylvester wouldn't have been able to imagine this if he didn't see it personally. Glancing at Jodye, he noticed that the usual playful and mischievous demeanor was totally absent at this moment. In its place was an absolutely cold and calm gaze. There were no emotions in the eyes of this young man in a tuxedo, whose face was no longer blurry at all. He looked like a trained S-cla.s.s a.s.sa.s.sin, a.n.a.lyzing his next mission from a vantage point.

The very next scene was a totally sober Sansa, telling Jodye things that he thought were weird at the time. She told him that Lulu was broken down to her very soul by this event, so she wiped the girl's memories of the last few months. She then said that she would have done the same to Jodye had his soul not been unique.

After that event, little Jodye Trill changed on a fundamental level. He became obsessed with having status and wealth. Reputation and resources. He even reversed his name and used it as a handle. The scenes continued to fly by for an unknown period. Sylvester watched Jodye live a mildly entertaining, but overwhelmingly mortal life. He went from being a little thug brat to a kingpin and pimp, then he became a soldier. After that, he was an experiment due to his body's weird const.i.tution, and then a spy. Eventually, Jodye spoke for the first time in what felt like decades, "This is the day it ended."

"Hm?" Sylvester was caught slightly off guard, as he had disengaged quite long ago.

"Now that I think about it, this is the way it started," Jodye's eyes were hazy and distant, as if he were reliving an entire lifetime within a single moment.

"What do you remember now?" asked Sylvester with a bit of curiosity. This was the first time he had seen Jodye so serious, and he was rather fond of this Jodye.

"I remember being nervous. I remember being angry. I remember arrogantly believing I would be able to handle whatever was goin on in this building. But more than anything? I remember the moment I learned how ignorant I really was.

"After all… today was the day I died."