Incornare
Legacy Name: Incornare

I was born normal. Happy. Innocent. Pure. My "purity" and "innocence" didn't last very long. Something happened to me the day I turned 16 years old. The day my contract was put into effect.

See, my mother had been dying whilst pregnant with me. My father did what any sane normal man would do and contacted Satan. That's normal right? They made a deal; he would save my mother but only if he could take my soul when I turned 16. Now don't get me wrong, of course I didn't want my mom to die, but was selling my soul really the best choice possible? He could have at least thought things through a little better. Cheers to daddy, I'm a miserable, bloody, haunting, soul-sucker now, but at least mom is healthy!

Basically, I'm responsible for how bloody, gross, horrifying, and disgusting accidents are. I am what compels your bloodlust to murder, I remove your head during car accidents. I don't cause these accidents, I just....help a little. Don't blame me. Anyway, my name is Incornare. It's Italian. You can just call me Gore. I don't remember what my parents had named me. The day I turned 16, I died. Well, I became dead to everyone I knew and loved. I didn't really die. Good old Satan sucked me down while my body stayed above, dying in front of my family and friends. Sounds awesome right? Not so much. I was pronounced dead and the next thing I knew, I was watching them bury my human body while my parents, grandparents, best friends, and girlfriend all cried. It was...sad to say the least. The worst part was watching it happen and not being able to say anything. I never even said goodbye. I wanted to yell at them that I was still here, but they wouldn't have heard me anyway. Not too long after, I was "reborn" I guess you could say. Not really reincarnated considering I never died, but I was put back on Earth as a giant...er...bear-thing. When I'm on Earth I'm a sort of dark shadow of a bear. When I'm in the Underworld I exist as my former human self. Black hair, brown eyes, lanky, skinny, your basic awkward teenage dude. It's not exactly how I'd hoped to look for the rest of my existence, but you learn to live with it after a few years of not changing in any way.

Let me know if I'm boring you with all this, by the way. I guess I should explain how the whole death, underworld thing works huh? Well sorry to burst your safe bubble, but Heaven doesn't exist, there is only the Underworld. There are 9 Levels of the Underworld. The first level is where "the devil" Satan resides, he lives and works on this level. The second is where we (the reapers, office assistants, me, etc,.) work when we're not off doing our thing. The third is what we call Elysium, it's where you go when you were an absolutely good, pure person when you were alive. P eople like Ghandi, Mother Theresa, your grandmother, and everyone else who led a good life of ya know..good stuff, whatever, come here. The fourth is just a step under Elysium, not everyone can be a saint but you can come close. The fifth is where your average everyday person goes. If you lead a simple life balanced between good and bad then you'll probably end up here. It's a pretty pleasant place. The sixth level is...not as pleasant. Drug dealers, petty thieves, and people who do small crimes (small to a certain extent) end up there. The seventh level is where we keep our murderers and our Republicans. Only joking! But yeah, murderers, rapists, and the rest of the sort end up there. The eighth level is full of everyone who was too bad to stay on level seven but not quite bad enough to land on level nine. Last we come to level nine. Level nine is a special section of the Underworld set aside especially for serial killers, mass murderers, child molesters, dictators, Hitler's, and every disgusting, terrible person that has ever existed. You need special clearance to even take the elevator to the hall that leads to the door to level nine, let alone to get in. I've never actually seen level nine, but I've heard stories. Tales of bloodcurdling screams that last for hours, the stench of burning and rotting flesh, a feeling of dread that sticks to your bones and never washes off. Level nine is your worst fears, nightmares, and thoughts mixed in with everyone else's and thrown into a room. People have gone into level nine for less than five minutes and come out changed. They become shaky, nervous, paranoid, they lose their minds, pull their hair out, and have to be locked up in asylums. Okay, I exaggerated a bit on that last part, but it is true that you'll never be the same after experiencing level nine. The only person qualified enough to access any and every part of level nine is Satan's own daughter. No one else could handle the job. Not surprising really. She's quite the babe too....long, dark hair, nice chest, niiicee backside...sorry. Sorry. Anyway, Satan runs the underworld with the help of multiple assistants, employees, and contracted workers (like myself). What humans think is Heaven is really just the third, fourth, and fifth levels of the underworld. They do not exist in the sky, there are no stairs, there is no bearded man waiting at the gate with a list and a set of wings. There is a pretty nice gate though, and the scenery is breathtaking. So don't get bummed out. What does exist in the sky is the realm of the high angels and the archangel. They don't do a whole lot, but they regulate the guardian angels and they keep the balance between our worlds. Whatever. No one gives us Underworld guys any credit. We do a lot. Where was I? Oh, yeah, so that's how the after life and the underworld are set up. You die, and a reaper comes to take you down. From the moment your death is determined, your place in the underworld is decided. Unless, of course, you do something crazy before you die and it changes your life enough that you need to be placed a level higher or a level lower from your already determined place level thing. Really it depends on how much time you have before your death, what is happening in your life, and all that stuff. Living people stuff. You know what I'm talking about. Yeah. It's all sort of complicated and I know it sounds weird but that's just how it is.

Getting back to me, the guy that had my job before me was like two thousand years old, which, considering he's immortal, isn't very old, but he was getting tired and he retired not too long after I "died". Convenient right? My mentor quits before I can even learn anything. So, I do my job all alone. I create bloody scenes and intestine sculptures (yes, intestine). I'm basically an artist, which is cool cause I was always into art when I was alive. It's too bad more people don't appreciate my work. The life of a demon is hard. My work is never done.