The Hell Between Us

Lust

Being burnt at the stake didn't have nearly as many consequences as she had originally thought. Of course, the faint burn scars trickling across her skin were definitely a downside, and the lack of knowing exactly where she was, or why she was here unnerved her to the ends of the earth. Was this place even a part of earth?

She was standing in the center of- she couldn't decide on a name for this place.

Her lack of creativity for naming such an interesting place vexed her in the slightest. Yet, a name suddenly popped into her mind.

The Void.

Although bland, it seemed like an acceptable title. Her surroundings were black, and only black. The faint buzzing of what reminded her of an insect scoured the room, irking her immensely. Darkened, apparent walls of the space seemed infinite, stretching to the heavens. But it wasn't like she could tell how tall or, how far away anything appeared to be! This room was lit, yet there was no lightsource, and she couldn't see her shadow, despite the room being shrouded in an eerie glow.

One may think this was Hell, an empty, desolate place, with no one in sight to hear you scream once the paranoia consumed your being. To this woman? It was simply another walk in the field of rotting corpses that she had slaughtered earlier that day.

This woman, was not an ordinary housewife, or an ordinary anything.

She had prided, yet pitied herself on her murderous deeds. Yet she had spent many nights contemplating her sins.

Murdering men and women in cold blood for her heinous wants, continuing to practice witchcraft despite it destroying her life, and pushing her husband's and young daughters' well being aside to complete a final spell, she had ultimately failed and caused herself to end up here. Was that what happened? She couldn't recall. Her last visual memory was simply death by flame. The witch's eyes widened in recollection.

This sparked her memory. What had happened to her daughter now? Surely the townspeople would not allow her spawn to live!

Her husband, where had he gone before the burning? Had he rescued their daughter? Or was he the one to initiate this whole situation?

As questions gradually flooded her mind, the woman slowly collapsed to the floor in a troubled lump of deceased agony. She knew she could get out of this! She knew she could return home! Her own thoughts began to stutter, unable to put together proper thoughts.

The wicked woman entangled her long fingers in her hair, prepared to rip it out in the case she would continue to process devious thoughts, yet she finally took note of her contemporary appearance.

Whilst running her fingers through her hair, she noted how long and voluptuous it was.. and the color.

Black.

Just like her soul, apparently.

Her skin was almost clear of all imperfections, white,and porcelain like. If she didn't have the burn scars, she could consider herself flawless. She was never flawless, never quite how she wanted to be. The woman's facial features were soft, plump lips dabbed with a black sheen. Her eyes, she couldn't exactly see them. She didn't want to. Looking into the eyes of a terrifying killer wasn't exactly on her agenda, and she wanted to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. Although, a part of her wished her eyes would revert back to when she was an innocent child, before this mess came about.

She heard a voice vibrating from the sky, the heavens. Her soulless eyes glanced up at the being, awaiting judgement. It was speaking in a language she couldn't understand, not fully at least. Yet, she recognized one word.