Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Silent Hill. I'm Just Messing Around With It.

Author's Note: Ok. I have no idea what possessed me to write this. It just floated into my thoughts and demanded attention. I thought it came out pretty well, considering it wasn't properly thought out.

I hope Christabella stayed in character, if she hasn't, let me know and I'll edit it.

Oh, and Faither's isn't a word. At least I think it's not. But anyways, I couldn't think of a good name for Christabelle's followers. So, faither's it became. Just thought I'ld warn you before hand.

Enjoy.

Faith And Lies

Christabella watch's as the Demon sends Her children to destroy the innocence and faith of a the once perfect town. She can hear their whispered lies, see their devilish grins.

They wish to tempt her, turn her from the faith.

But her mind is strong, she is able to resist the temptation. She worries for her fellow faither's, their minds are simple and weak. She must protect them from the truth that walks beyond the stone walls.

She turns from the arched window, no longer in the mood to observe the current madness. Her followers kneel as she strolls past, a quick blessing eases their fears and calms their feverish minds.

She must escape them, the smell of their tainted souls drift through the air, turning it pungent and foul. Can they not smell their own falseness? She offers them a tight smile and exits the room.

She closes the wooden door and breath's deep. She must not falter, she must stay strong. Not for her followers, but for her faith. She closes her eyes and remembers the old teachings, the ways of before.

Lost in her thoughts she does not hear the quiet patter of feet. The small wisps of breath. A hand reach's out from the shadows and grasp onto her robes, bringing her back to the realm of reality.

Her eyes spring open and travel down, a child stands before her. Eyes wide with innocence they tell of pain and suffering. Memories of death shadow the young one's face, secrets itch to be spilled from their lips.

Christabella takes hold of the emblem that symbolizes her faith, she seeks guidance and forgiveness. Forgiveness for the pain that this young one has suffered and pain that is still to come.

With a resounding sigh, she grasp the child's upper arm and pulls her from the dark and into the light of the inner circle. Followers gather in pray as she is prepared for the cleansing.

Christabella stands back as she is chained down above the burning heat, her eyes follow every breath that escapes the young body. Tears pool in their wide eyes, they never make their intended journey.

"The faithful gather in judgment for we are called to purify this filth."(1)

As the fire burns her young body, the darkness creeps every so closer to their sanctuary. Christabella can feel Her presence growing ever closer. The twisting tendrils of black push against her soul. But she does not give in, for her faith is strong and her will is great.

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(1)Christabella - Silent Hill Movie (2006)