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Hiding in the shadows he waits. A scream of pain is heard from the distance followed by the sound of flesh against grating. He walks to the fallen, beholds her graceful form. His eyes take in her beauty, and her naivety. What foul of beasts harm this angel? What matter of sin disturbs this saint? Her body starts to bleed, and he knows that time is dying. Grabbing her by the ankles he drags her. Her body is heavy, but he doesn't care. Soon they will be in a world more beautiful than this one for just the two of them, alone.

Darkness wraps around her. She cannot see or hear anything. The darkness is so thick it chokes her. This isn't the death she's sought. Light penetrates the darkness, and her cooling soul grows warm. More light pours into the darkness, and slowly she can see again. Soon colors penetrate the darkness too, and the sound of a million happy things sing praises in her ear. Then she can see again! She can see a ceiling so magnificently crimson in color it warms her soul.

She notices that she can't move. There is someone on top of her. She wants to cry out, but her soul won't allow it. A brush of fingers against her thighs and obediently she parts them. He takes himself and pushes against her. She drinks in more of the crimson around her barely noticing the blessed pain she's enduring. One thrust in and then one thrust out, another time in and another time out. She feels her insides burning, and her soul is set on fire. Pain gives into pleasure. The choking heat is calmed into a warming fire. He continues his ritual, in and out, in and out. Soon she can take no more of this. The heat from the fire has become too much to take. The angel screams out as her form contorts and shakes. He spasms once and twice finally he releases. She feels a stream of fire inside of her, and then it is no more.