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That…b***h. She…stabbed me! I can’t believe she stabbed me! Those thoughts raced though Vincent’s mind as the priest dropped to the floor, gasping for breath. There was a rushing sound, filling his ears, blocking out whatever was going on around him. Liquid flooded in his mouth, tasting terrible, like the rusted metal that now decorated the walls of his once-beautiful church. Oddly enough, his back, the site of the stab wound, was the only thing that didn’t hurt. It felt hot, but there was no pain. Did this mean he was dying? Oh, God, it did. He was bleeding out all over this disgusting, cold floor, and no one was going to help him. That b***h! How could she do this to him?! She was crazy!
After the initial shock wore off, Vincent could hear voices, though they sounded like they were coming from a distance.
”No, I don’t expect to be saved…” It was Claudia’s voice, fading in and out as if transmitted on a poorly working radio. It was almost unbelievable to Vincent. Did she actually feel guilty about all this? “Even if it was to save mankind, it was too deep a sin. Sacrifices were made, and those are my sins.” It turned his stomach thinking that she actually believed the garbage that came out of her own mouth.
Summoning up his waning strength, Vincent forced himself to be heard.
“If you feel…so guilty about it…why don’t you go to hell!” Ugh, the priest wished he still had the strength to send her there himself. But he had to add something. It was just too important. He had to remind Heather before she birthed that demon and all was lost. “Heather! Use the seal! He couldn’t see Claudia’s reaction, but he could hear shock in her voice.
“The seal of Metatron?”
Thank God. He had won.
“Now your stupid dream is over!” Even as his vision began to cloud, Vincent was still able to half-smile. Or had he?
“Oh,” Claudia’s voice was both pitying and mocking. “That’s just a piece of junk. I can’t believe you fell for my father’s foolishness.
“What?” Vincent’s skin went cold as ice, his face showing nothing but a sudden horror as everything fell apart around him. They had lost. Invisible hands clutched at his heart, holding it fast. The world, his world, was poised to fall and shatter, with Claudia ready to send it on its way. And there was absolutely nothing he could now do to stop it.
He could barely see Claudia looming over him, shaking her head. ”You’re pathetic.” And down she swooped, her wicked knife sinking into his chest, tearing through bone and viscera as easily as cloth. Vincent let out a strangled gasp of pain. It felt as if she had plunged a red hot poker into his heart as he cried out.
Then he felt nothing at all.
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