Confused and groggy, she felt the blood running down her legs while her head throbbed. The attackers had left her in the dirty alley maybe five minutes ago, or maybe hours ago. She struggled to put her thoughts together, and the recent events flashed in her mind-sight, pushing all other thoughts into an abyss. Her life just the past afternoon seemed lifetimes away, while the pain coursed through her body like fiery heat. The tears ensued, and her soul dwelt in the blackness of sorrow for an age, until anger raged a smoldering ember in her innermost being.
Neither sunshine, warmth, nor brightl light rescued her from the darkness. Instead, the coldness of void held her senses in reckless abandon. Frigid arms of icy heat grabbed at her, lifting her body into the air, and she gasped at their grasp. Her violet eyes opened in new pain and gazed into a fire without light: the flames belonging to a tall slender figure made of the very shadows.
Being naked herself, her skintone gleamed white against the blackened color of the figure's nude body. Only the light from behind framed the ebony woman as wonder overcame turmoil in Kristen's mind.
"Who, what are you? Are you the Angel of Death?"
"I am the answer to your wish, dear child," answered a hush of a hundred voices.
"What did I wish?"
"Revenge, my child. I shall embody your intent of judgement, by consuming you."
Kristen screamed as black wings blocked out all light and she was enveloped in fire as the being took her up into the skies.
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The Black Maiden
HorrorA being of ancient times past appears in the modern times, to reap the benefits of a world with rampant evil, to fill the blackness of her soul.
