She was
killed within the fire of the righteous, seen as the embodiment of sin. The sad
part that they won’t tell you is that she was only twelve and the sin was their
own. They continued to lie, stating that the sin and darkness was cast down on
them by the wickedness of others and that the destruction of her could save
them, bringing them back into the light. Little did they know that their
violence would only cause the darkness to grow.
Now they were running for their
lives as ash and fire fell from the sky, caused by the demon of the innocence
they had corrupted. Their souls would be blackened and she would condemn them
just as they had damned her. Her anger and dark rage would ravage them until
there was nothing left and they were scattered on the ground amongst the ashes
of their holy book. With eyes the color of shiny coals she watched them run and
smiled as their blood spattered her dirty white dress.
She walked through the littered
streets, laughing as she kicked disembodied arms, legs, and heads out of her
path. The world was about to know what Hell was like and she would be sure that
no one came out alive. She was their reaper, and they already had one foot in
the grave.
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