It was happening again. She felt it roar with an unholy passion, to destroy, to terrorize, to make the world tremble. This was all it knew, all she knew. Darkness. She used to try and resist, but no more, it never worked. She was a prisoner in her own body. Her name was Milia, it's name Ruin. Milia a daughter of Eve, Ruin a Fallen One. Milia was possessed. Milia roared in union with Ruin, she tore at her hair, she ripped at her garments, she beat the walls till they threatened to collapse, nothing short of ten grown men could stop her now. Ruin would have his fun, then give her back her bloody, scarred, and worn out body, till he wanted to have more fun. Ruin delighted in destroying what she loved. It was unending cycle. There was no hope, only Ruin.
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To Move Jesus
Ficción históricaA story about the Canaanite woman who's daughter was demon possessed, and how she got Jesus to move when even he had no intention to. This story is from Matthew 15 and Mark 7.
