The girl opens her eyes to see a skeleton squatting beside her, an evil green glare watching her through the empty sockets. "Wake up, wake up fleshie. Lord Jashin, Lord Jashin, wants to see you, see you." The creature speaks with a voice like a harsh, cold wind.

She blinks and looks around the room, "am I-"

"Be quiet, be quiet. No questions, no questions. Come," the skeleton says.

She shakily rises to her feet, finding it hard to do due to her bound wrists behind her.

"Come on, come on, why so slow, fleshie?" The skeleton stands outside the room, in a dim corridor.

She cautiously walks out of the room, looking up and down the corridor, but seeing nothing.

"Don't try to run, fleshie, don't try to run. Or I'll get you; I'll get you, fleshie." He speaks with a crooked grin that all skeletons have. He prods her back hard with a bone finger, "move, fleshie, move. That way, that way."

Fleshie… he was calling her this because she had flesh on her bones, unlike him. …For now. The girl shakes her head, getting the thought out of her head. She starts down the dim corridor, and everything gradually becomes colder and colder. The torches on the wall seem to fall dimmer and dimmer…

At last, they reach the giant wooden doors. They slowly creek open in a way that seems to tell her to enter. She looks back, but the skeleton is gone. So she walks into the room, rather lost, but knowing where she was at least. It was obvious with the large stone steps leading up to the dreadful throne…

But the throne was empty, and there wasn't a moving figure to be seen. The doors slam shut behind her, locking her in with no where to turn. The large torches on the walls dim to nothing, and she is left with nothing but forbidding darkness. Fear flows heavily in her veins, but she stands ever still.

A taloned hand slides over her shoulders, "why do you not cower, girl? Do you think that your weakling god can save you?… Pah!"

She flinches, but speaks with a nearly even voice, "my god is far greater than you. He is eternal, you are nothing before him. You cannot scare me." Nonetheless, her voice holds fear.

Something cold but strong wraps around her arms, legs, and neck. It feels like a snake's scales, but rougher. They scrape across her neck, "hm, is that so?… Wonderful, then we can have all the more fun together…" Jashin puts effort into suppressing his fury, for now. "Tell me, girl, what you did wrong."
He moves back, releasing her.

She stands arms and wings free. "I followed you, that's what I did wrong. But Jesus forgave me; I am His servant, not yours."

He is too slow in restraining himself, and flings her across the room and against the bolted doors. At once in front of her, he grabs her by the arms, slamming her back against the door. Her wings let off a sickening crack, she cries out in pain.

Jashin's grasp is like hot knives, shredding her limbs. "Do not try to be smart with me, stupid girl. Look where it's gotten you so far," he hisses.

"M-my wings… you broke my wings…"

Jashin presses her even harder against the doors, angry. "You are surprised? You will wish that was all I did before I'm done with you. Your god is not here, he is a bad joke. Speak his name again, and your situation will be all the more worse than it already is."

She tastes something in her mouth, blood. Her ears roar loudly, everything hurts so badly…

"I will tell you what will happen to you, so listen if you know what is good for you. I will break that troublesome spirit of yours, no matter how long it takes. Once that is done, you will die, but I will bring you back. Once a person has died once, their connections with past gods are broken. Then I will control you, and you will serve me forever, like Ben, the one who brought you here. Though your skin may peal and your flesh may fall, your body is forever bound to me."

The hope she had been holding onto is gone, just like that. "C-.. y-you can do that?…"

Jashin is very pleased with her fear and hopelessness. Humans aren't that hard to break. "Yes, and I will." He puts a taloned hand on the side of her pale face, "but if you behave well, I may let you keep your flesh attached. It'd be best if you surrender now, it will be less painful then."

He sees her answer coming before she opens her mouth, but he lets her speak. "I-I don't believe you." But she does not stop there. "You are not my god, and I will NEVER be your servant! Jesus, Lord God JESUS is my god! And there isn't anything a piece of filth like you can do about it!" She spits on his face.

He issues a mind-splitting shriek of pure rage, shaking with such anger that the very air crackles with energy. "YOU WILL REGRET THAT, SCUM! YOU WILL REGRET THAT DEARLY!"

The girl's screams echo throughout the dark temple, penetrating every wall.