Love, trust and fire

"Beg for mercy,"

"...No."

"Do you not fear me, woman?"

"I fear nothing that flees from the light,"

Mazikeen slithers down the sealing to a woman who stood tied down next to Azazel, "So this is the shell you chose for me? I like her spirit, and I must say, I'm not displeased with its shape,"

"After the hundreds, I had to kill, now you tell me the shape was all you cared for?"

When her head touches the floor before the rest of her tail, she slithers faster towards her with a growling hiss as her scales turn to smoke and she folds in on her chest.

The blindfolded woman cries out, her chest burning with Mazikeen forcing herself in. Her eyes opened with an unusual red color, and in her sphere, she watched the beautiful paradise of her inner self rot to nothing as the giant snake wrapped itself around her soul, turning the sphere to complete darkness. "Sweet dreams,"