Black, dark, void. Falling, hurling, head over heels through the nothingness, my body flails about as I try to right myself. BAM. I slam into a hard surface, and the air swooshes from my lungs.
Arms searing, I push up on my hands. White vapor appears from nowhere, and it writhes and swirls in front of me then freezes into the form of a face. A woman. Sonia? Reconfiguring, another visage forms. Abaddon.
A thin smile spreads, and the image morphs into that of Lucifer. “You will not succeed. Darkness always prevails.”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish