Transmigration

I wasn't given a second life. I was condemned to an eternity of deaths.

My soul was transmigrated into the bowels of Mordor, the dark heart of The Lord of the Rings. Here, my existence is a death loop inspired by the game Hades: an unchanging cycle of agony and resurrection. I am the prey, and this hell is the hunter.

But the prey learns. Every time their fangs tear me apart, I return, a little less human. Redemption is a fable. Only power is real, and I will take it, even if I must become the monster this place has always awaited.