Nymph (Ember)

She has come around. Flits around my house. Giggles when I do something stupid. Enjoys her sweets. Lives on the top of a bookshelf.

She has friends now. Yet she always returns. She seems to know something. It is as if I have been chosen for something greater in this life, the life after that, and the current one I inhabit as I await my destiny.

I wonder if this is how Satan began. Not even contemplating what he would become. He is dead now, killed by the Cabal in this world who drained every last drop of power for themselves. And Hell awaits a coronation of a new King.

Another sacrifice.

-Vex