Epiphany

She didn't even hear him come down the steps.

His eyes were the only feature she could see clearly, a metallic golden color. They instilled a chilling affect in you, as well as a sad one. Staring at them for too long would either make you scream or cry. The man stepped closer, revealing the rest of his chiseled face.

He held a gun in his right hand, one of those fancy antique's that were engraved with greenery. And it was leveled right at her heart. Her breathing grew shallow, and she backed up, scooting backwards against the wall, blood smearing across the floor. He took a step forward, his hand closed around her throat, not enough to choke her, but to make sure she was looking at him. His gaze both petrified and persuaded her, so that her eyes fluttered shut, and he whispered in her ear.

"Do you wish to repent?"

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Lucielle Silas wasn't exactly your ideal model citizen. She drank, she smoked, and she dabbled in exotic drugs. Trying anything that could help with the pain of her past, no matter the consequences. Mentally, she was a complete wreck. She was bipolar and had post-traumatic stress. Physically, she was just another lost, hopeless addict. One night, she was riding an ultimate high, she was drunk, she was high, she had no care in the world, stumbling through her apartment building.

Who knew a few mistakes could lead to death? Could turn you into a murderer? Lux knew after she stabbed that man, intoxicated anger can rule your life with BPD. End a life. She ended up dead too, that night, kissed by the angel of death himself. Only this time, she came back. Not as a human. As a reaper of souls, mainly the folks who indulged in their most egregious sins. With a purpose to save a sinner, to help them find redemption, help them get a second chance, in order to earn her own.