Author's note: I was inspired by the Religious background of my name and my fascination with the afterlife.
PrologueA fire straight from the pit of hell burns in the eyes of the man while flames ravage the tattered soul in his belly. His mouth utters incoherent syllables strung together by a gurgling sound echoing off the canals of his throat. Queer limbs twitch and twist in unseen ways. Pain, confusion, helplessness all play active rolls in the horrific scene that is his countenance. His body slowly falls prey to another, a playground to the demon living deep inside.
Ahead of him stands a girl with
She takes a step forward. The body of the man continues to have seizures. Another step; the body is forced to its knees.
The girl breaks into a run, right arm extended. A saber appears with a burst of light and a rustle of feathers, shining brilliantly in the light of the waxing crescent. The blade dancing in tune to the motion of her body, she brings it across herself, poised to strike and free the man of his tormentor.
A moment of eternity passes.
The blade by her side, a demon drying and cracking, rusting and bleeding into the dust on the ground at her feet.
She glances at the saber, dangling lifelessly from her grip, reading the inscription as it is being etched into to blade's side to learn the fate of the man's soul. She breathes, "He hadn't the faith."