A mind and soul without a body is a ghost, and a body and a soul without a mind is a zombie, but a body and a mind without a soul is nothing.
I remember the day I saw the demons. I pleaded with them. I begged to keep my soul. They could take my body and mind for all I cared, but obviously, they wanted me to suffer and took my soul.
Looking in the mirror, I saw myself without any sorts of cuts nor bruises. I could see perfectly, hear the sound of cars and people talking in the distance, smell the fresh air, feel the ground beneath my feet, and taste the bottle of water I drank to regain my energy. However, as I continued to walk down the street, no one noticed me. No one got upset if I bumped into them, the homeless people didn't beg me for change, and the cars didn't stop when I attempted to cross the road. In a way, I was Schrödinger's cat. I physically existed on Earth, yet I was not human. I couldn't even describe myself as God's puppet, because at that moment, even God was unaware of my existence.
I tried talking to someone. Turning at the nearest person whom I could find, I asked for the time. Nothing. I asked louder. Nothing. I grabbed their arm. Nothing. They just stared at their phone and walked away. I ran into the street, trying to get hit by a car. The car drove right through me. I ran into a coffee shop, and shouted at the cashier to hand over the money. Surely, causing a scene like that would get me noticed. The cashier said nothing, and the customers continued to drink their coffee. Still in denial, I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and stabbed myself. Letting out a scream, I tried to spill as much blood as I could. I screamed for people to call an ambulance. No one responded. No one even screamed at the blood spilt on the floor. Running outside, I passed out in an abandoned alleyway.
Looking at myself in the reflection of a garbage can, I saw myself, but I was unrecognizable. People knew who I was, but I was just a monster to them. Nothing more than a consciousness inhabiting an arbitrary body. Without my soul, I cannot die. I can only run out of energy and lie down permanently, watching the world pass by. I can't enter Heaven nor Hell. All I can do is rot and watch those whom I love live fulfilling lives only to die in front of my eyes without them even recognizing me. At first I was glad that the demons didn't take me to Hell. Only now do I realize that I never left Hell to begin with.