Wounds Never Heal

“We lost.”

Shhhhhh, let it come.

“Failed.”

We’re losing her.

“Let it come.”

Bring the child.

“Welcome the cold.”

Hold on, my girl.

“Welcome Death.”

Let me heal your pain, sister.

“You and I have a lot to talk about.”

No longer will you suffer alone.

She had felt like she spent weeks lost in oblivion. Floating in nothingness. Too stubborn to die. Her master had been pleased apparently despite her getting obliterated by Lachlan.[/color]

“That, my child, was everything I had desired and more.”

And that was all he said.

But in all stories, we must continue on.

What sick twisted bastard would constantly have no issues in putting his followers through the constant pain and torture.

Synn.

What sick and twisted bitch would allow herself to be placed in these moments and do his dirty work for him?

Me.

“Sister, I need you to unclench your fist.”

And now this child. She calls me sister but I have no idea who she is. She can’t be that old....12 maybe? I thought he would never let anyone so young be involved but here she is. What is she doing exactly?

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt you. Now please, unclench.”

Angel’s body, covered only by an almost sheer white silk sheet, releases any tension in her body as the young girl with silver hair places a smooth purple stone in her left palm. She walks around the woman’s body and places a smooth black stone in her right. Angel’s green eyes watch her closely for a moment before she opens her mouth.

“What are-” Angel’s voice comes out in almost a croak. It was like she had not spoken in weeks or had been gargling with glass.

“Don’t try and speak. You have been asleep for many days.” the child says, “My name is Faith and our master has charged me with your healing process.”

She didn’t think that the battle with Lachlan had taken that much toll on her, but considering that she was unsure what had fully happened following it, she was sure that there was a collapse. She put everything she had.

“Faith.” Angel whispered, “Thank you.”

The girl smiled briefly, “Now, close your eyes. It won’t be long now.”

And with that she laid back, closed her eyes.

And a bright light overcame the room. A loud heart beat pulsed through her ears and echoed in the chamber

There. It is done.

What is done?

Your rebirth.

Arise my treasure. Time for your next battle.
Gems and Winged Demons

Dinner inside the halls of the Carnivals has become a rare treat but when they do come, the courses never manage to disappoint and the conversation has been a lot brighter since young Faith has begun to join us.

“Nightmare Angel, eh. Sounds like a cheap imitation of shit ass show on an overpriced network on cable TV.” Angel says taking a sip of her wine.

Angel’s father Thomas chokes for a moment, “Angel, language. We have a young guest with us now.”

Angel looks to her side where Faith sits, “My apologies Faith.”

“It’s alright sister. I’ve heard far worse, dining with the freaks.” the child states, cutting a piece of meat.

“Those are your brothers, my diamond.” the voice coming from the head of the table, belonging to their master.

Faith shrugs, “They are disgusting and need to be taught better manners....and how to bathe.”

This brings a fit of laughter from Angel, “They do all carry a certain...pungent smell, don’t they?”

“Like a swamp...how can they stand it?”

“Sometimes people become blind to things, it’s not just sight...but smells. Tastes too.” Angel says looking at her, “Some even become blind to their own shortcomings and seem to think that they can control their own destinies just by claiming they are the best. When in fact they are just scared little children tucked soundly in armor.”

“She learns quickly.” Synn says, he lifts his glass, “Go on, my treasure.”

“Some people like Chelsea Skye tend to believe that they are untouchable simply because they say they are. Women like her dream of success before realizing that they are smaller than they think. They walk around and attempt to shove and bully those that they believe are below them when they know that somehow, someway they are the lowest. It’s alright though, she can have the glory if she so chooses.” Angel says before she inhales calmly, “I am not in search of the things that this match would give me.”

“Faith, your sister has experienced so much in such a short time. Sometimes though I wonder if there is not under lying cause to the effect of her not wanting glory.”

“You said it yourself, Master. We’re not here for glory but to teach those that think that there is indeed a happily ever after.” Angel says looking down at her mother’s jewelry box, “There is never enough to make someone satisfied. Chelsea and Sapphire should know that better than anyone. And being with me, one who has faced death, eye to eye more than once and danced with demons and devils alike....are going to find out that even in the most certain fate of victory, destruction will always follow.”

Faith looks up at Angel with a smile, “And I will be there to put it back together for you, sister.”

“Indeed you will....sister.”