Though I walk through the Valley of Death, I shall fear no evil. For the lord is my Shepard.
Drifting mindlessly, fearlessly through the gates of Hell, the prayers of mortal man echo silently through the back of her mind. She is an outlier of blue among the sea of dreary, suffering souls that march like cattle to their final place of torment. Against the dark, blistering landscape that demons call home, the soft source of light in a place where heaven’s light could never reach draws the eyes of demons from their perches as the herders of the damned.
Perhaps they smell the blood on her hands, or the hollowness that lingers in the womb. They’re VULTURES, eager to dine on the misery of mortal man’s soul. They know better than to touch the light. If they did, perhaps she would infect them with her sorrows. The Moon knows to keep her eyes forward, to walk wordlessly into the depths of Hell in search of a MONSTER chained at its center. She had led the dead here countless of times, but never had she gone further than the gate. For the first time she takes fate into her own hands, and she moved forward with the mindto brace for the worst. It had to be done. She was too soft. Too inexperienced to make a difference ; It was a hefty price she paid for it all. Too easily was she swallowed by the sea of foreign emotion, and in the waves she had done damage far too severe to be undone. The nameless Moon could not return to see those faces -- of the living, nor the dead. It all hurt too much... In her palms, the silver staff glows brightly in warning to the farry man and the gargoyles that leer above.
It was the servant she needed to meet. The spineless serpent of a goat, Azazel. She was half certain he was already following her to report back to the shackled king himself. Alas, she thought of the little demon, and from the corner of her eye he came. The light specter leaps in a blurring beam of blue -- a predator upon the meekest prey -- cornering the Devil’s servant with the threat of her guarding staff. “ Be still, ” she spoke harshly despite her soft voice, her open hand reaching quickly upon the demon’s head. “ Hush now, please...”
Despite her position, her features expressed troubled desperation in her twinkling eyes. She dare fall so low, she came to the DEVIL for help.
“ Please, Azazel.. I need you to take me to Lucifer..”
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