Published on February 27th, 2020 | by voxx0
Ellen dragged herself across the tiles like a wounded animal. The torturer was at her toes; blood dripped from his scorched sword as his jagged tongue split in two and twisted around his lips.
A sheet of blood plastered her abdomen. Thick and oozing. Her left leg, although shattered, spurted blood up a good few feet into the chilling, frosty air.
The demons had cracked the stained glass windows of Purgatory Cathedral last night under the shadow of the treacherous rain while the angels had slept. They’d starved the holy ground surrounding it until the grass outside had withered, turning grey as though they were the pixels of an old photograph. The graves of thousands of angels had been blown to pieces, spilling over the dead land like boulders, denting the ground as they fell. This had been the only land in both Heaven and Hell where angels and demons couldn’t harm each other, but since last night Dina’s prayer no longer held.
The apparition of the man vanished from her minds eye and suddenly she was laid back on the alter in chains like she had been for the past five hours.
For a second her hand began to burn before an emerald light snaked its way from her palm and shot a ball of scintillating light towards the leaden doors of the cathedral.
A harsh wind rattled through the cracked windows; Goosebumps radiated from her skin. Then the cathedral fell silent.
Ellen’s eyes fixated themselves on the doors as they creaked open and three silhouettes rose out of the storm.
“Don’t worry Ellen.” A voice rumbled, “We’ve come to guide you. You’re ready to move on now.”
The chains which had held her for so long fell effortlessly from her body before she followed the winged strangers into the luminous light.
By Madeleine Cutting