Yes the soul comes from the Old Gods, who are dicks by the way. All of them, I've never met a god who wasn't a dick. I mean, I get it. Ember and Umber got bored, so their parents let them play with creation and Fillory was made? And I get that after something like a million years, everything is boring. But.
They tried to destroy it. So. What I'm saying is, I've killed one. A god. Ember. Who was a colossal dick, but his parents didn't think so. And that's how we lost all of magic in the first place. But yeah, I don't think the gods care about good and evil? I mean, they made all of it and as long as it's entertaining, they don't seem to care all that much what we do with it.
There's no punishment for the wicked, no reward for doing the right thing. Except for how, you know, you'll have made life a little better for people.
You can rest in the Afterlife. I mean, not THIS Afterlife, but the other one? I think you can. No one really knows what goes on in there, but it's supposed to be good. It's supposed to be everything you want it to be.
Maybe it's because I'm a magician? Maybe I remember because I'm a magician, or because I know the guy who greeted me. I don't know. I just know I remember dying, and I remember waking up in the Underworld and talking to Penny. I remember the whole talk about secrets taken to the grave and I remember seeing my friends mourn around a bonfire.
I'm good!
Yes the soul comes from the Old Gods, who are dicks by the way. All of them, I've never met a god who wasn't a dick. I mean, I get it. Ember and Umber got bored, so their parents let them play with creation and Fillory was made? And I get that after something like a million years, everything is boring. But.
They tried to destroy it. So. What I'm saying is, I've killed one. A god. Ember. Who was a colossal dick, but his parents didn't think so. And that's how we lost all of magic in the first place. But yeah, I don't think the gods care about good and evil? I mean, they made all of it and as long as it's entertaining, they don't seem to care all that much what we do with it.
There's no punishment for the wicked, no reward for doing the right thing. Except for how, you know, you'll have made life a little better for people.
You can rest in the Afterlife. I mean, not THIS Afterlife, but the other one? I think you can. No one really knows what goes on in there, but it's supposed to be good. It's supposed to be everything you want it to be.
Maybe it's because I'm a magician? Maybe I remember because I'm a magician, or because I know the guy who greeted me. I don't know. I just know I remember dying, and I remember waking up in the Underworld and talking to Penny. I remember the whole talk about secrets taken to the grave and I remember seeing my friends mourn around a bonfire.