100 Smashin' Ways
by AAR
Sanctuary
A sacred or holy place
D. Pit groaned in pain as he crouched inside the Light cage of Pit's mind. His black wings were limp and dragging against the ground forlornly. He touched the glowing bars with a finger, and hissed with pain as it attempted to purify him. Gold eyes glared outside of his cage towards a building that looked curiously like Palutena's sacred sanctuary.
A holy place. Next to him.
D. Pit choked with bitter laughter. You couldn't purify a being that was made of total darkness.
But you could certainly lock them in a place where it could go insane with isolation.
Something's wrong when you postpone updating an already finished story.