found via ryanjay
Gingerly, her hands reached out with the desirable innocence of a child, offering her shame to the high hosts. I did not want to... I did not have a choice! I only wanted to live! The wetness of her hand, the richness of the color burned vibrantly, as if the fruit of sin had melted right in her hands. Oh god, I just wanted life! Death rested like a baby, cradled in her cupped hands, sleeping comfortably alongside Vengeance. In the vast room that felt like the depths of the dark, hidden ocean she looked up towards the ceiling that remained the barrier between her and the sky. This could be the one sinner that even the most forgiving, the most loving and the most understanding entity could turn their back on.
