The dark angel hovered forward. Wisps of shadows hung around its ankles. Girl stood before the Fallen, beside a bed of black granite and bone. Fire twisted through the air between the Fallen and Girl, whispering secrets of misuse and death. Girl shivered slightly as the voices spoke in her brain. She could not make out the words, only the voices, rough and tormented, lost in an endless void of misery.
Girl wore nothing but a long, black gown of shadows. Her feet were bare.
"Who am I?" she spoke in a voice that was impossible to describe. It was as though dreams were flying from her mouth.
"You are the Journeyer," the Fallen whispered, it's voice dark and haunting, but not evil. No, the Fallen was not evil, merely tortured. Girl knew this.
"Why am I here?" Girl asked the question softly, staring around at the dark abyss where she and the Fallen stood. It was dark, but not frightening. More sad.
"Your time has come, Journeyer. It is time for everything to come true. It is your time,"
"My time for what?" Girl was not afraid of the Fallen. He was an angel, but of darkness.
"You stand on the centerfold of humanity," when the Fallen opened his mouth, anguished shadows escaped, forming silhouettes of lost souls mislaid on the trip to heaven, forced to spend eternity in purgatory, bodiless, only essences of what could have been.
"Take one more step and you will fall," the dark angel continued, "It is up to you what side you will fall onto,"
"How will I know which side is the right one?" the lost souls joined the many others that made up Girl's dress. They crept down her arms, engulfing the flesh in gloom. The more the Fallen spoke, the more the shadows surrounded.
"You will know when the time is right," more shadows, these ones creeping along Girl's shoulder blades.
"Help me, dark lord!" Girl began to plead. The shadow's voices plagued her brain, telling her stories of endless torment.
The Fallen shook his head, and shadow people escaped from his ears/. They crawled across her chest, up her neck. The only flesh that remained was Girl's face.
"Your time is now, Journeyer. Take the step," the final shadow people escaped from the Fallen, and he was no more. The silhouettes of the broken and the damned swallowed up Girl's face. The whispers of the ruined flooded along the endless abyss. Girl was swept up along with them. She was taking the step.
Flame opened her eyes.
*A/N : Shortest chapter I have ever written *facepalm* BUT , I actually really like how it turned out . I like the mystery of it , how things are in a coma , things like that ;) but , there will be longer chapters , no more of these itty - bitty short ones xD*
~Alteration~