Divine [h.s.]

I've never been scared of death or gave much thought to how I'd die.

I didn't fear it. Living this life, and being my father's daughter, it's something that we see everyday, something I've faced before.

I should burn in hell for the things I've done. But something happened that night my father sent me on a mission; something that made me see a little sliver of heaven, just a taste of it, and now I'm on my knees, seeking forgiveness.

Devotion, that's what they they refer to the unwavering loyalty of worshippers across all walks of life.

I am devoted to him and all his divinity - it seems almost paradoxical; for a man who doesn't believe in God, he is one of His most divine creations.

So no, I never feared death - not until the man with the emerald eyes held a gun up to my head. Not until I fell in love with him.

*mature and explicit content*