Reaction Of Shadow When He Saw His Grandson (Chapter 11)

Don't recoil when you saw my face,or any part of my body.Indeed,I am dead and now licking my thumbs covered with human blood in front of your view,you should be peeing in you pants and spitting out unintelligible words.But don't be afraid;hunger of fresh flesh as I am,I won't choke you despite the fact that I am sicked at how brute human beings kill each other and,of course, you are my grandson.Yeah,that's about it:I am a wandering soul,but not aimless.As you can witness(or,you can distinguish),I am in the form of a shadow and able to melted into darkness when the night falls.Then you might throw out a question: Isn't souls(generally speaking,ghost) are gaseous-like form vapour ( flip open those illustrations and you can imagine them like steams evaporated from hot buns)which,even, body itself is no longer a container to sustain the functioning of a soul? To put it in a simpler way, a soul of freedom is unchained from the desires of maintenancing the vehicle: the desire of sleep;of eat;of lust;of money;and, of power. A free soul vaporised from a dead body WAS supposed to work like this.Why out of a sudden, I appeared in the midst of a silent night and swallowed a heart of a dead body?(and you may not withhold your curiosity of the identity of that dead body too)And machine-gunned questions of life and death on me like hows death like and how about afterlife experience and did you weight your sins and good deeds on a balance weight in front of The Mighty One; or waiting in a queue,accompanied by Minotaur and Horse Sergeant to be judged by The King of Netherworld; to be punished by forcing all kinds of unimaginable torture in 18 levels of Hell; To knock on the Gate of Heaven and mocked by the refusal of the doorguard to unlock the bolt for you; To pass by the terminal of lengthy darkness and attracted towards the dim light of a firefly far at the opposite side; Brief yet presice image presentation of your life,flickered as if a flapping butterfly and slided towards borders of pitch black in the spur of moment; Boxes of animals skins to be wear on and a few human skin lefted in it...But behold: I am just a fresh dead.My soul remains wandering.So, lets pray to get virtues from my daughter.