“My first instinct was to fight you, but for what? I’ve been trying to do the right thing my entire life, and it’s gotten me nowhere. My sister is wrong about almost everything, but she’s dead right about me being nothing without her. I want to be something. I want my sister to need me. I want my enemies to fear me. It’s now clear to me, you are the missing piece. May I be your immaculate vessel, to carry out our will upon the earth?” I asked.
“I only have your best interest in mind. Say my name from thy mortal lips and we’ll be one body and mind,” Wrath pleaded. Cloaked in darkness, I took my last breath as a mortal soul.
“Wrath,” I whispered. Wrath’s wings broke the sound barrier, as the darkness all around me turned into light, and a potent sense of euphoria washed over me. It’s time to live for the first time. We opened the door and found my dear sister right outside with a deeply concerned look on her face.
“Who were you talking to? I know who you were talking to, I don’t know why I asked. You were talking to the demon right? You’re really freaking me out, you shouldn’t do that. Demons just want to trick you, they don’t care about you. I thought you knew about Satan’s plan by now. All of those years in church wasted,” Jamie said.
We put our hand on her shoulder. “His name is Wrath. He has come to clean up your mess, so we can dine in civilization again and not with this disgusting insect, trapped in this rundown shack. Let us do the thinking this time,” I explained.
All the color drained from my sister’s face, replaced with a clammy white resemblance.