Am I a captive? Or am I an unnamed sorcerer called to cast judgment upon tainted souls: simple beasts transformed by accumulating free magic or humans transformed by a mysterious chalice for a price- their humanity. I have absorbed the souls and memories of many within my right arm. Their emotions and memories have melded into mine and I suspect my own insanity. Still, I choose to sacrifice their souls into my arm to power up my magic, or I choose to drain them of their taint, sparing their lives and boosting my own life force in the process. Justice has a heavy price to bear... But someone must do it. Until the day when inevitably I too succumb and become sacrifice for another's magic.
Soul Sacrifice