Sep 01, 2006 11:56
They tore off her wings, but now she is armed. She sees sunlight beyond the doors: Heaven, her home. But Lucifer stands in her way. “Angela,” he says, “put down the scalpel.”
She points at the wall, where devilscript writhes angrily. “What does that say? Which Circle is this?”
His hands reach out, placating, bending her senses. “It says PSYCHOLOGY WARD. You’ve had a regression, but it’s nothing we can’t…”
“LIAR PRINCE!” she shrieks. Lunging forward, she plunges her blade into his eye and then she runs, runs, runs for the Light. Behind her, hellhounds in white coats are baying.
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For consideration: "There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure, 'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings."
demon,
100words,
angel