it end. Deliver her.

ache and she wants to cover her ears, but her body will not listen to her mind.
Please. Please let her die. Let her fall back into the abyss of nothing. Even if she burns in the pits of Hell, they can not be as horrible as this.

The fire in her veins and the moaning, please kill her and make-

wanders blindly in a fog of pain and darkness. Lightning flashes across her lids, lids she can not open no matter how she struggles and begs silently. Something white and hot eats at her limbs ravenous and greedy, and she can hear a voice moaning in agony. Why won't they stop? It makes her head-

Eternal rest should be within her grasp, yet there is nothing but a grey, swirling mist. A void. An endless nothing where paradise should be.
In spite of her beloved's lack of faith, she had been devout and true, and yet the peace promised in The Good Book has not come to her. Instead, she -