Sweet Silver,Bitter Red.

Intro to My first death

Pray..! Pray..!! Pray!

The unclean.. The demons have invaded our church, and are killing and molesting one servant of God after the other. Is it Judgement day and we missed rapture..?

"Oh God, I'm Scared. Spare me please.. Spare me please..!! Forgive me of my sins, Let me into the gates of your Eternal Oasis and save my heart from betrayal. " I clasp my hands together and shake as I pray my silent prayer, The tearing of flesh and the sound of laughter and my fellow saints meeting the demons of rape and doom. Suddenly the door to my Room was open and I Turn to see three pale and bloody men before me.

" Sister, Annaia..." I hear a rasp speak.

"Annaia Hazel Reed... Is reaching her death, Father.." I say ignoring them the best I could.

" Oh sister.." another speaks again, approaching me with the others. " We will make it as painful as possible.

" If this is God's fate for me, I'll accept it." I say staring blankly forward, Tears plastered onto my face. I will Die in honor of him.. If this is how it ends, I will die and he will save me. They Immediatly stab me after i speak and i gasp, The large knife visible from the front. I cough and fall over after the blade retracts by the power of its owner. They lifted my gown and i helplessly cry, My blood leaving my system and a sharp stabbing again to my two shoulders. Blasphemy and un-holiness was all that made this that much worse. My body is for God. My soul is for him. Not these wretched things. As long as my soul is his. As long as my soul is his..

Suddenly my vision gets blurry and I hear a powerful gun shot. The man above me turns to ashes and the one next to him as well. When The third was frozen with fear, it seemed he just accepted fate like had prior.

" Sister.." I hear an even lower voice say. " Do you want to live...?"

I silently look at the cross above my bedhead and sob unable to breath still.

" Will Death still come for me..?"

" It will."

" Can I stop it..?"

" You may try."

I felt my self grow even more weak.

" I..."

I want to Die..

" Choose to.."

So the Lord can hold my soul.

So I can taste heaven..

But why am I so afraid..?

" Live.."

forgive my weakness of heart... I am not ready..

For my own judgment.

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