Quiescence

I am devoid of emotions, cold-hearted, and I don't experience empathy when I... (rephrased for clarity) take their spirits. Their souls, I believe, are corrupted, which they deserve. Humans possess souls, unlike me, who remain unchanged. My envy for their ability to choose when to end their lives stirs within me, as I, trapped in this immortal existence, was once a simple mortal in love with a divine being. Betrayal transformed me into a captivating yet terrifying figure, forever bearing the loss of my own soul, which slumbers in the depths of darkness. My allure can be deadly, allowing me to manipulate those around me. The span of my existence far surpasses human comprehension, and I've forgotten the essence of being human. Now, before me lies a young, innocent girl, a mortal with a bright smile and piercing blue eyes that seem to chase away my darkness. I am Endymion, an immortal without a soul, duty-bound to claim her tainted soul without hesitation or remorse...