Raised in Hell

I felt burning. Burning every where. A good burning. A sensational burning. It brought me to peace. My first memory of bliss. My one true, real memory. Everything ceased to exist before this moment. And then I ceased to exist, burned in the eternal flame. At least this version of me.

This story is a counterpart to @crunchbar 's story Raised from Hell. However due to the different places in the series that we are (I'm at the present, and she's a bit behind) the timings in the stories are different and will later be even, but even though they are in different times right now they still match up with the occurrences in the stories.