There are two types of voldisil in my universe; natural-born voldisil, and
kenvoldisil, which are given their spirit abilities by regular voldisil. We
actually say, though, that the voldisil passes on their spirit. This sort of
thing doesn’t happen often, because it comes with a price. Losing one’s
spirit is not like losing one’s soul. They may sound like synonyms, but it’s
more like the spirit is part of one’s soul. Not everyone has one, but if
they do, they can’t lose it without also losing their lives. Most of the
time, when one chooses to create a kenvoldisil, it’s because they’re dying
anyway, and they believe their spirit has more work to do on this Earth.
They just have to hope that the person they choose is worthy, and will use
the abilities wisely. Landis Tipton is one such kenvoldisil, but he did not
just receive one spirit; he received five, and not because he was deemed
worthy, but because he was the only choice. Five voldisil friends were all
attacked by a powerful and angry sixth voldisil, and they knew that their
time was up. They ran off, looking for a new group of five to take up the
mantle. Unfortunately, it was a late hour, and they were in a sparsely
populated part of town, so they only managed to find Landis. Still, they had
to do something, so with their final breaths, they drove their spirits into
him. They didn’t even have time to explain to him what they were, what he
now was, and what he was meant to do with his new gifts. Separately, the
abilities had many great uses. They were fit for a team looking to do some
good. Combined, the applications were less useful, so he really just focused
on one. Landis now had the ability to see someone’s regrets, smell their
health, hear their desires, feel their pain, and taste their lies.
Without a team, Landis didn’t know what he was supposed to do with his life
now. Should he become a therapist, and help people overcome their problems
by knowing their regrets and desires? Could he become a human lie detector,
helping the authorities catch criminals? Or should he diagnose medical
conditions, and relay that information to medical professionals? Well, what
he realized was that the original five voldisil probably weren’t using
their spirit gifts in the best way possible. They were helping one person—or
maybe one small group—at a time. He wasn’t even sure whether they knew that
their abilities could be reversed. When he looked at someone, he could
witness events of their past that they wished never happened, but when they
looked into his eyes, he could show them their potential. Their voice could
tell him what they want, while his voice could comfort them, and make them
feel satisfied with their lives. He could sense pain, and take it away with
touch. He could taste lies, but also force them to tell the truth. But the
most important ability he now possessed was the only one he ended up really
using. His nose could detect health, but his breath could heal. Once he
discovered this, everything changed. He sat down, and made a plan, and then
he carried out that plan exquisitely. He first approached the wealthiest man
in the city who was publicly known to be presently having health issues. He
made a deal. Give Landis a thousand dollars right now on the chance that
Landis could heal him, and then the rest of the million dollars once the
oncologist told him he was cured. Of course, the man was hesitant, but a
thousand bucks was nothing to him, and he had tried everything else, so he
might as well give it a shot.
A few weeks later, Landis was a millionaire. He didn’t just spend the money
on fast cars, and small-portion food, though. He asked the man to reach out
to his other sick, but rich, friends, and got himself a few more million
dollars, and then Landis bought a hotel. He cleared out all the guests,
hired a growing team, and started a foundation. He brought in people one by
one. They literally stood in line, and waited their turn to be healed. He
didn’t always charge them, though. Much of the pre-work that needed to be
done involved looking over every patient’s finances to determine which
category they fit into. The rich people paid, the less rich people didn’t
pay anything, and poor people actually received money. It was just free
money that Landis gave them, along with the cure for what ailed them, from
an account that was funded by the wealthiest of patients. As word spread,
the operation was able to expand. A security team maintained order in the
ballroom. A video played in the entertainment room, explaining to people
what they were here for, and why it worked the way it worked. Just about all
his staff members lived in the hotel, which was why he chose it in the first
place, instead of a gymnasium, or something. It was a complicated, and
extremely efficient program, which served to cure literally millions of
people over the course of several years. He didn’t do much but work. Someone
came into the room, he breathed on them, and then they left to make room for
the next one. He worked for about ten hours every day, stopping only to use
the restroom, and eat. In the evening, he had a nice dinner, enjoyed an
hour-long massage, then started his nightshift, which was... Well, it was
different. Let’s just say that certain women were...interested in...seeing
if his abilities could be...passed onto a new generation. Landis took this
part of his job seriously, and was doing it for all the right reasons, but
he didn’t apologize for not hating it, nor for screening the candidates
personally. In the end, Landis saved billions of lives once researchers were
able to replicate his healing abilities—and only his healing abilities—for
mass production. He was inarguably the most important voldisil in our
history.
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