March 11, 1901 (Evening)
Darkness began to seep into every corner of her mind. It took the place of the excruciating pain. Slowly, the world became numb, just like her limbs. This was probably the worst way to die, but she knew she deserved it. Death was surrounding her, tantalizing her, and waiting for her body to succumb to the dark and be pulled into the fiery pits of hell. She was it's victim and a most valuable one indeed. She was the "Devil of the Sky," a mastermind in deception, but most importantly a pure gift to Hades.
Ironically, only a few hours before, she had referred to herself as a skillful predator luring in it's prey. Never had she expected the tides to change, where she would be the one begging for her life.
If luck was on her side, her demise would be quick and painless. Yet, luck had abandoned her many years ago. Instead karma was taking it's chance to strike her back for each mistake she had made.
Even with this knowledge, she still had some fight left within her. She had a strong desire to live which allowed her to endure each lash thrown at her.
Oh God! Please let me live! I need to see him just one last time! I need to know the truth!
She was teetering on the edge of the precipice now. Even the slightest movement could cause her to fall off the face of the earth. A faint shout could be made out in the distance. Her head whipped in the direction of the noise, but it was too late to realize her mistake. She was falling into the darkness… "Help."
"Quick over here! I think I found something!"