Sensual Supernova

I remember.  Not explicitly, but through fragments and dreams.   I remember life after life, victories and losses alike as this endless war plays out.  For it is no normal war, it's a civil war, the most viscous kind of war imaginable.  My empire fell for my hubris for I had sought to take the one thing away from people that is most sacred.  Death.  The right to die.  To not be immediately risen as an un-dead in one of my legions.  To serve for an entirety in battle while you scream in torment as your soul claws for the afterlife you have so rightly earned.   The right to die.  So the Empire of the Eternal Sun fell and as the war consumed our world, it moved onto another.  Both sides inheriting my throne's power to punch holes into other dimensions to expand this war.  A war that I must end for I am cursed to live again and again until it has come to an end.   But I am not alone.  In my latest life I have been reborn as a girl, Izzy Swalwell, confused and lost to my own eternal truths.  For even though I'm lost, at least I'm not alone.

[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]